This is our view. We will never look at an AM-PM gas station the same. The only thing that would make this picture better is a police car. Not a day goes by that the police aren't there dealing with some kind of altercation and filling up thier coffee cups. Cars line up, over-flowing into the street waiting for the cheapest gas in town. Cars honk. Sirens blare. Alarms sound. People shout. It's loud and poluted - leaving us coughie. Josh has been coughing since we moved here. We all seem to be affected by the gas station. Last night as we lay awake listening to Josh's constant cough...we prayed. We prayed for some kind of relief and that we would all be able to sleep better. God sent rain. It hasn't rained here in weeks other than ashes from fires. The rain seems to help the polution calm down and clears the air. Thank you, God.
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