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Bus

by blinkforman23

Americana is not Greyhound. People come and go like life, Attached to the waiting random. The road feels longer, Relief of excretion and sanitation, Home spreads everywhere. Sitting strangers are stories, Riding by unknown sceneries, Thinking about their hometown, Wondering if they will reach their destination on time. Earphone music connects memories to a person so vividly, It feels like a new chapter in my life, Bookmark the important ones with parts of me, It feels like I’m departing, From something small to somewhere big. It’s already an adventure once     the      first step          is         made with                               you.
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Oct 27, 2014
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#life#home#hope#adventure#memories#music#writing#bus#destiny#greyhound
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