Last night a long drive on unfamiliar roads, the destination unrolling little by little under headlights. Comfort in being nowhere but there, and there again.
This morning, a fog; only the near is visible. Again I am placed inside now.
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We're always nowhere but there, yet that's so easy to forget. Thanks for delicately sharing this insight.
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You're welcome, Millie. Thanks for commenting.
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