
Fresh for day
Past tall aspen trees
Down windy mountain roads
Cold sunny wind shining on my face
I think of you
I hear your song
On wind rushing by
Calls of early morning birds
And the low rumble of the car engine
Navigating turns

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This paints a wonderful picture.
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Thank you 🙂
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