From my heart, to your screen.
Read it, but don't try to figure it out.
Let it sit.
6.27.2013
the drive
Iridescent strips of asphalt mimic the sky, or at least attempt to. Their mottled glimmers glisten in the newfound sun. As the foreboding clouds traverse on, they leave every surface moist and clean. The warmth softly dries wherever it brushes.
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