An ant crawls over my foot and I wonder, briefly, how an ant got up here. It’s cold now, the season has changed. It’s cold and it’s time to move on. Time to finish this story. Time to close this entire chapter, from then to now.
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The road keeps rushing by as I sit in the seat. I’m not moving on my own, but there I am watching trees and churches and life blur by me. I shift my gaze to the road, watching the lines on the road, the dotted lines, blur into an almost imperceptible line of pale white. [...]
