Blurred
Long-Distance Medical Transport
A journey of a thousand miles, and ten thousand more, have blurred over time. Nine years between those lines and not a day was the same. Seven states, between one and four, the sun has yet to greet the shore. Nine and ten, driving in late, forget that date. Sleep is a juggling-act, and the road the only constant.
Then the picture starts to come into focus, almost, the travel dust begins to clear. I’ll be handing over the keys for a different kind of year.
Last day! Friday! 🚐
Pilgrimage Studio 
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