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Jul 2013
We drove through rain so torrential that we were blinded for quick moments.
Moving down the road as if frozen in pieces of time, a strobe light illuminating a second at a time of our journey, making it seem as though we moved in slow motion.
And now that it's cleared the sky stands like a softly glowing film backdrop while the trees on either side of the highway approach and disappear, the car on a gigantic treadmill getting no closer to the horizon ahead, while the one behind seems to continually fade.
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Rosemary
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