Cloud of dust

A cloud of dust. That is all I want to leave behind. The sun in the rear view mirror. Wind in my hair. Music from the radio. You in the drivers seat, me with the map. Going wherever the road take us. Ready for all or nothing. You, me and the world. In front of us is long and free road. Behind us all I see is a cloud of dust.

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