[aurora bows beams]
the day was anything i wanted. a trip to the jovial shop with the coffee and the tattooed woman. more and more i scurry burrow my way into this city. the waves were white capped white washing the horizon. the wheels took me where and i went with it. it streamed into familiar faces and loves and perfection. the night and the wheels it was just me and worry the worry is always there but she abates now she is ebbing. i took a deep breath and sighed the headlights bounced.
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