She can smell it. She can almost taste the salt in the breeze. It’s so close. She wants it. It’s just out of reach. Salty tears sting her eyes. She sits, patiently. She waits for another day. The freedom of the roadless sand will be hers one day. Just not today, my dearest Jeep. Namaste.Continue reading “She wants it”
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