You might think I am a little crazy right now. It's sunny, seventy degrees outside, and I am in my driveway, sitting in my car writing. It's not comfortable or spacious, but it feels like home. I know the soft feel of the dark seats, how they stick in the summer and are cool in the winter. I know where my cup fits and my purse sits, and I trust this cocoon of a space. We have travelled thousands of miles together.
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