{"id":6875,"date":"2012-03-06T12:32:47","date_gmt":"2012-03-06T16:32:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.spottswoodphotography.com\/wordpress\/?p=6875"},"modified":"2012-03-10T01:53:20","modified_gmt":"2012-03-10T05:53:20","slug":"three-six-five-296","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.spottswoodphotography.com\/wordpress\/2012\/03\/06\/three-six-five-296\/","title":{"rendered":"Three-Six-Five"},"content":{"rendered":"

It stands guard over its stretch of interstate.\u00a0 A tired sentry praying for relief not wanting to abandon its post.\u00a0 Riders on the horizon, their silhouettes in the waning moonlight drawing near, bring it to its feet.\u00a0 It yells out a second too late.\u00a0 The screech of rubber on the asphalt, the shattering of glass, and the gnarled song of metal embracing metal at eighty mph awakens the surrounding landscape.\u00a0 Gawkers, onlookers, and disaster junkies slow down for a look speculating as to how and why.\u00a0 They shake their heads and wonder where the warning went.<\/p>\n

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It stands guard over its stretch of interstate.\u00a0 A tired sentry praying for relief not wanting to abandon its post.\u00a0 Riders on the horizon, their silhouettes in the waning moonlight drawing near, bring it to its feet.\u00a0 It yells out … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[10],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n