This is it.
The way it should be.
Driving across america.
The two of us.
Free-roamers.
Pick up and leave.
Go where the wind takes us.
Through Pennsylvania mountains and golden wheat fields.
With our backs to the wind.
A bowl with a little blue fish in a ziplock bag filled with water sitting in my lap
I'm in pajamas, my "traveling clothes"
The lyrics to Wagon Wheel in my head.
I know I was born to be a Carolina Belle
And in my heart, no matter where I live, I always will be.
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