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My Place in the World

Blurred lines on a highway at night.That one place…a place that feels like home…the place I belong?
It’s been the quest of my adult life.
As mysterious as the darkness beyond the reach of the car’s headlights on a pitch-black night
racing to punch through into the light
maybe around the next bend
that one place…
…my place in the world?

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Her Bike

It began to rain.

She parked her bike…

…and knocked on the door.