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May 2015
Sun rays, moonlight, skyline, land.
I approach my destination, transportation waiting.
I board the vehicle, nothing in hand.
Lock eyes with the driver, but his features were shaded.
He seemed giddy at the thought of a new passenger.
Concerned only with taking us toward where we were destined to be.
His gaze full of intent, satisfaction, pure happiness.
Every person seated seemed held a face adorned in fear, but not me.
Iā€™m anticipating my arrival, because I know this is not the end.
Erianna Hill
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Erianna Hill  Alabama
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