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November 07th, 2017

7/11/2017

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Remember that climbing, snaking road?
That heavy cloak of silver fog that rested on tree branches?
We could barely see a foot beyond the front windscreen let alone beyond each tight corner.
Winding down the window, it felt like the smell of the black tarseal  
(from a road that was barely wide enough to contain us)
mingled with the fresh wet air and forced it's way into our lungs.
Push the sky away played as if the scene had been perfectly scripted...

...and I said to you
"It's magical moments like these that remind me
​that reassure me
that Now and Here
is exactly where
I'm supposed to
be
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