Toward the snow, heading east.
You met the most interesting man in the world.
Roadside cafes have always been among your favorites -- you'd like this one, probably, but it was closed.
But this one wasn't (closed).
Out to the apple farm.
The only thing better would to be able to do it together. But those days are gone, never to return.
It's like the highway ahead when you are running away from life's unbearable truths. You can never turn back, eh?
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