Drove home from
renenet's on county highways, through unincorporated towns and the spiky emptiness of late-winter cropland, past barns with peeling paint and farmhouse yards muddy with snowmelt. The landscape here's all hills, the road unrolling between the fields, ribboning over little rivers, bending around still-frozen lakes. I thought about leaving
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If you could only stay the same
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the grrly grrl
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And yeah -- going somewhere that isn't home yet but feels like it could be. I'm very grateful.
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