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a perfect half hour drive with a perfect sunset keeping me high and a perfect soundtrack buzzing in my perfect battered car down a perfect country lane lined with green waves and soft bluebells smudging the hard lines of winter away the air is still cold but this evening is too perfect to notice or care and i realise i have been driving with a smile greeting stranger's stares.
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
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a perfect half hour drive with a perfect sunset keeping me high and a perfect soundtrack buzzing in my perfect battered car down a perfect country lane lined with green waves and soft bluebells smudging the hard lines of winter away the air is still cold but this evening is too perfect to notice or care and i realise i have been driving with a smile greeting stranger's stares.
tegan
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
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