The Journal of Alison McKenzie|
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05/22/2015 10:08 p.m.
So you see, maybe more clearly, that my soul may reside just a smidge on the wanderer side of the road, the non-economy lane made for those appearing alone in their vehicles, those of us driving solo. What you can't see are the guides, my higher self, the extra entities along for the back-seat-driver portion of the ride, my face-palm navigators who sigh every time I venture off map.
In all fairness, I did try to warn you that my software runs slightly off-center, and I've never yet laid my head in the land of my people.
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