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Riding in the backseat of your crowded car on the day I lost my compass surrounded by uncaring countryside on each side of the careening car windows seeing nothing but blurred trees which caused me to draw my cramped legs towards my chest as a fetus and the first breath of life was all I wanted to feel with the windows rolled down and deafening winds blowing all around when I looked up and happened to meet your eyes in the rearview mirror and I swear that I could hear what you were thinking distantly in the front seat for the first time I could see what direction we were traveling and I knew we would make it and I knew it was best to leave this town and find our destination safe and sound.

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