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By chris Date: 2005 Jun 05 Comment on this Work [[2005.06.05.15.14.30742]] |
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the 470 miles to denver are a sea of grass and we've found ourselves alone on the road for much of the way seemingly the last people on earth with a mostly cloudless blue sky pressing down and i glance over and catch you sleeping thinking what a fucking knockout you are in the beautiful harsh unforgiving southwestern sun with not a thing to forgive foot on the gas getting it up to 80 (easy with this tailwind) cruise control on while in my peripheral vision pronghorn antelope run along fencelines one mountain pass five or so more hours of prairie and not a single storm in the forecast |