don't forget your roots
Monday, August 30, 2021
The old ford pick up truck spit and sputtered down the road, dad at the wheel and me sitting next to him with my arm dangling out the passenger window. It’s a rusted out old truck, but a classic at that, with memories etched in its vintage cab. The sun kissed the horizon and a haze of pink and peach-orange painted the sky as we drove down the back roads...
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