Noodle Prompt / Washed Away

Ohio Boring

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It’s not rain I see, laying on the blankets spread across the rear of our station wagon, back in the distant days of no child-in-car safety regulations. No seat belts to limit my movements, I rest on my makeshift bed, head elevated just enough to see out the windows.




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