limbs in the dark are enlightening
the side of the road is waiting
for something
for a ride
for a place to be whisked away
travel mug is squirming
in my arms like a baby.
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Not until we are lost do we begin to find ourselves--
Henry David Thoreau
Henry David Thoreau
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