Tonight I realized that I only like driving when I have no place to go. I like to drive with the windows down, the stars and night earth slapping me in the face. I dig the dark cool air, it tastes like dirt pure or something. Tomorrow I must wake up at an unreasonable time. Why am I still up?
Because my right hand is seared with a burn, and my left is sliced from left to right. I think I see my story in the stars. It says don't settle for nostalgia, don't give up, and kiss often and long. I tend to agree.
So tomorrow starts my crazy busy weekend. Should be interesting...
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Buen dia, senorita.
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I thought you might enjoy this short piece as well.
Best wishes,
SMG
Thank you so much, it's always nice to get connected with readers. I look forward to reading your work!
Best Wishes to you as well!
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