The Tunnel

The kids and I often hold our breaths whenever driving though tunnels. It’s one of those dumb road trip games we play. They weren’t with me when I sprint through this one, near the French Hill Jerusalem Light Rail Station. Someday they shall run with me, without struggle, freely – someday.

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