The sun passed in the sideveiw window,
The passing feilds glimmered from the crisp morning dew,
Showers of sun light rained onto my face,
I was blinded moemntarily,
The bright glare made holy, mountains,
Ravens flew high over towns,
Just awakening,
Scare-crows watched me pass,
Church towers drew linesin the thin clouds,
Pine trees twisted and turned,
Defying Isac's law,
My hand's point broke the wind,
As I extended it from the window,
As I leaned out,
The deep breeze whipped my hair aroundmy face,
I breathed in my suroundings,
My settings,
My companions,
The tip of my tongue,
Flinched slightly,
At the taste,
The taste of
Freedom,
The taste of country,
The taste of relationship,
And the taste of life.
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