
Then I got to the end of the street and faced an unusual intersection where cross streets splayed out in front of me like spokes on a wheel. I didn't know where to go. But there was no more snow. The hardest road was finally behind.
(Ra)2 + (ah)3 + (Roma)2(ma) + (ga)2 + ooh + (la)2 I used to write about bad romance, now I just write about the state of my heart.
I love this. It's crazy how our subconscious can guide and comfort us.
ReplyDeleteDo you recall: did you feel out of danger once you'd reached the intersection?
ReplyDelete@geekhiker -- I remember feeling relaxed when I realized the difficult part was over. But I don't completely remember....
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