I was: our reflection on the floor and the violence of rain on the dashboard. Our neck muscles straining as we crane our heads up to the ceiling, and clouds shifting across the sky. Stars strung together by stories and memory as we breathe in cool, quiet air. Our fingers and palms moving to the beat of the music, and my head spinning. The incessant noise in my head stopped for just a few moments, and I was glad.
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