Counterfeit Memories: Another Bend

A bend, a breeze, a horizon where blues meet.


The whine of the engine, the tires kissing the pavement, the smell of the salty air mixed with pine.


The the light of the sun leads the way---its warmth kisses your skin and calms your soul.


Music faintly plays through the radio as the wind combs its wild fingers through your hair.


The drive is more than a journey---it is a feeling.


It is adventure.


It is freedom.


It is uncertainty.


It is perfection.


Another bend, another breeze, another revolution into the unknown.


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