Looking back at the road rushing under my wheels. Looking back at the years gone by, like so many summer fields.
I don’t know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels.
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Looking back at the road rushing under my wheels. Looking back at the years gone by, like so many summer fields.
I don’t know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels.
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