Sojourn
The car frozen and immobile like a boulder, took its position on the globe. Rubber turning to cement while I jerked back and forth trying to continue my movement forward. Dusty pebbles sprinkled across my feet and tickled my throat. Constant momentum ground to a halt does not liberate you but rather encapsulates you.
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