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driving home at night, window open with cold breeze in my face, with the warm air con on my legs, listening to bon iver. was actually good.
i like that i saw eleanor tonight. and it was interesting that someone prayed for me and said stuff that i clearly did not indicate, but they knew.
but then, moments from being home. i was crying, while driving, in the dark, on a stretched out road. crying. again.