by on August 10, 2009

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Welp sepia clouds peal off the road and dance in their wake. And the hair of our faithful companions is pulled back while the sun glints their shades. Lord only knows the troubles and adventures these two have encountered. Getting skinny for windows, running out of bars unscathed and borrowing food. Work is for the employed and these two have none of it. The last crumpled dollars roll around in the jar glued to the dash but according to their drawn map they will be homeward bound soon.


Stripes and plaid and overalls and bare feet making the pedal fall.


The carefree companions crush miles and pavement as their car screams towards nowhere in particular as they chuckle over memories and realize, “home is wherever I’m with you.”


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