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  • Driving. Without really knowing where you're going. Stopping at every gas station you encounter on the road. Sitting on the floor, in the middle of nowhere. Sipping bad tasting coffee. Making a phone call from a pay phone.
    Then you just look as far as you can see; arid land and endless valleys. I have seen plenty. You start to imagine how's life in the middle of the desert. Then I start to imagine what comes next, what's left to discover.
    It's like getting lost, but without worrying about how to find the way back home again. I love that sensation and I miss America, because it's when I'm traveling in that land that I can feel this so strong.
    But I found a way to memorize it. That feeling of fullfilment, freedom, and contentment. I hold onto it so tight.
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