dark, empty road
on a warm summer evening
a breeze from full open windows
a symphony of crickets off in the distance.
drive down, down, down
the open road ahead
scattered lights around
perhaps they are stars
or fireflies?
a road that leads to many places
left and right turns
where is the destination
or is destiny many more miles up the road?
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♥ Spontaneity;
Louis Pauzé: "We're all going to die. Write that down, miss. We don't have the luxury of a thousand years on this earth. Only sixty, or maybe eighty little years if we're lucky. And these years pass in a flash. Why not offer flowers to your spouse every night? Why deprive yourself of the happiness of making your house a home? Why resist your impulse? Daily life is the most beautiful voyage..."
♥ Likes;
♥ Sanctuary;
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