While I’m thinking of Sarah.

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Georgia road trip, 2000, Marietta to Savannah. Sarah put on Blondie and sang along. Releasing both pedals, she pulled her feet up and tucked them under her, laughing at my widened eyes.  “Cruise control,” she said, and we were swept along the interstate like a dream. Dreaming is free.