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The journey
I'm riding in a car for miles and miles. Scenery rolling by. I gaze out the window at unrecognizable landmarks. The car keeps moving along and I am drifting to sleep. The wind from the open window feeling warm through my messed up hair.We hit a bump in the road and I awake to see stretches of land across the plains. Just a few hours untill we reach our destination. What a wonderful feeling to know that for just a while life is as it should be for me.
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That's a foible of my wife's, dozing in the car, just to get that same safe and relaxed feeling. I remember my dear mother doing the same thing and occasionally asking dreamily, "are we there yet?" not caring that we weren't.
I love your slices of life
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| I really love hope you can just capture a moment like that, it's not an easy task by all accounts but you do it to such a high standard, well done |
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Comment by: - 2006-04-07 21:31
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| I really got into this. I don't know where you started, nor where exactly you ended, but from someone who drove across the country four times, I can certainly identify. Nice work. |
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