The Open Road

Miles and miles of endless lines.
White
Yellow
Solid
Broken
Never ending
Never yielding
They tell us where to go.
They show where to stay.
To some, they are a welcome to home.
To some, they are prisons that bind.
To all, these are the open road.
Long
Short
Straight
Winding
Our dreams
Our destinies
They will forever find.

IMG_8480.JPG Where I am…

IMG_8464.JPG Where I’m going…

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Where I’d like to be…

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