I preferred to take the back road out of town to avoid the rush of car and truck on interstate 80 but also to let my mind wander across the valleys, pastures, shallow ravines lined with cotton woods and ditches bursting with yarrow and daisies. All the windows down so the music has room to breathe. Hair occasionally tucked behind an ear to avoid looking too windblown. Now that law enforcement’s mission refocused on protecting and serving municipal funds rather than the people, this lonely highway wasn’t patrolled.
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