Sep 2015
There's a solemn tranquility embedded
in the gravel along this empty highway.
Wind whipping through my hair,
Destination is unknown,
But I'll know when I get there.
in the gravel along this empty highway.
Wind whipping through my hair,
Destination is unknown,
But I'll know when I get there.
(26/F/Wisconsin)
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