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Hannah Apr 2014
You drive, the road aims for a mountain.
Trees, grass, bushes, all fly past
Faster as you gain speed.
I watch you in silence, staring straight ahead
The radio turned down quiet
Just a distant sound in comparison to my thoughts
The journey has begun for us
And we don't know where it will end.
But steadily we sail down the empty road
Sun setting behind us.
It's a new beginning.

— The End —