Lovely. You've once again touched off another memory--of car trips when my dad would stop and say, ok, which way shall I turn? I, between 5 & 8 years old, would choose. We had no destination, and the challenge was to get lost but still find our way back, evidently.
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Date: 2003-07-20 09:39 pm (UTC)