It's green when we top the hill just south of the West Lynn Cafe. We don't speed up because we know we won't make it. It's red as we approach Nau's Pharmacy from the east. We happily slow down because we know if we just creep up it'll change without us ever having to stop. Somehow, it knows just how to keep the flow moving slow and steady through this haven of small-town America, curbing our usual urge to floor it through stoplights.
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