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all the windows down.
blowing on the back of my neck, cooling the last of the day’s humidity.

no radio, just the rushing wind and the rhythm of the wheels on the road.
red taillights chasing each other down the black curving highway lined by tall, tall trees.

the very last traces of rosy gold light to my left, smoky lavender blue to my right.
scents of sweet…jasmine maybe, from deep in the woods.

breathe deep. inhale. deeper. exhale.  in this moment nothing else matters.

life is good.

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