it was all cowboy boots and country songs, open skies and neatly endless fields of corn, funnel cakes and frozen custard, and oh-let-me-get-you-some-pie, hunnay. 
who knows if virginia really counts as the south?
it doesn’t matter what it counts as. it matters what it “feels” as. 
life moves slower, the gentlemen are gentler, the sunsets are deeper. though my heart has been breaking for months, i found it difficult to remain heartbroken here. just heartsick for the open road. 

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