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the road home

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god’s graffiti

Sometimes, when I’m stuck in a never ending line of traffic. When even though I’m pointed in the right direction, nothing seems to be moving, – or at least not fast enough. When the heat gets turned up just a little too high. When it seems like I’m never going to get where I’m going. When I start thinking about ditching it all. I just need to look around. XXXXXSee where I’m really at XXXXXXXXXXRead the writing on the wall … Continue reading

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we can drive all night, she said

I’m driving and the music is blasting. Frequently. There are certain bands, certain music that is meant to be listened to in a car, windows open, flying down the road. I’m starting to come out of a depression that has lasted months. Driving is one of the things I do to fix things. When I don’t know what to do, when I don’t know how I feel or how to name the thing I’m feeling, I run. I’m a runner … Continue reading

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