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i just want to get on the highway and drive and drive before the weather gets too cold. something about the freeway gives me the illusion of infinite possiblies. as the yellow dashes in the pavement rush by the window and the faint scent of fall creeps in, the idea of a fresh start fills me. this season yanks and tugs at my heart strings everytime it comes around. soon these fresh starts i dream about slowly turn into memories of years that preceeded it, and wanting so much to relive those. then i turn off that highway that has always seemed so infinate, taking me to wherever i could envision, and onto an exit thats always been so familiar. and nothing changes at all.