Sunday, April 6, 2008
Wanderlust
When I close my eyes I see the road. It reels out before me like an endless strip of film. Recorded there in the latent, mental tarmac are all the places that have passed me by and all the places I've yet to pass. The road is my story and the story is life. It calls to me and I yearn for it.
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