A late night of driving has left me smiling today. 8 hours on the road in exchange for 4 hours of your eyes was well worth it. I felt some sort of rebirth as my 1994 Honda Accord tore through the foggy night. I was born on a very foggy day in February of 1986. On a foggy night in January of 2010, I may have had an awakening that will refresh my spirit.
Some how it all feels like a dream. Your words written on that sugar packet are all the physical evidence I have to prove you are real.
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