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Sitting like a statue in your passenger seat; eyes fixed on the approaching city skyline, jaw set in silence. I say nothing in response to the insistent drone that is your life. I cannot understand a word you are saying because I'm not really listening. I'm wondering what the weather's like in Saskatchewan today and what it's like to chase a dream through a forest and then emerge on the other side bruised and bleeding but feeling comforted and whole instead of empty and beaten without a scratch |
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