6 Days 5 Hours 21 Minutes.Really? It seems so much longer. And shorter. 3000 miles later I became a different person.
I may not be able to remove myself from a past box, but I can certainly fashion myself a new one. I do not need to hide in it. I do not need to stand upon it. I could have used it to see over the steering wheel, however.
I was able to see things from a different view...yes, even there in the teensy Arvee kitchen. A much broader, less isolating view. I am ready to let go. I am ready to move on.
The June gloom is lifting, and the country looks pretty damn awesome.
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