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Going south. Heart beats.

Body remembers what the mind wants to forget.

She drives and I am grateful to be able to conquer the anxiety of this route without that worry

So many words.

Sonoma pear cider.

I can't understand the words but the music is loud and the drumbeats drown out my thoughts.

I need the tsunami of music that is louder, bigger than what I feel inside. Sometimes it feels like the only way I will survive. 

I miss cranking up the music and slinging paint.

So few words trying to capture an enormous day.