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Nothing lulls to sleep quite like concrete waves of endless tarmac roads, the car christened Frau Marienkäfer by raindrops of a passing thundercloud. Baby butterfly whose pigments are smeared across the windshield – were you chasing the ‘Big City’ dream like all the rest?

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margaryta

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Written by

margaryta

Published: May 25, 2014
Time: 1m

Notes: Written on a rainy night, around 9PM, just as we entered the Lincoln Tunnel to drive into Manhattan.
Tags: #dreams #butterfly #reality #new #ladybug #ride #ode #car #york #road

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