Not certain where to start here.. Play the game I suppose much like the rest of my life.. Like a dirtroad with many potholes, and washboard ruts that bounce the truck in all directions.. You can see it all in the distance, know you should slow down but all you really want to do is hit it full speed to see where you will end up.. You think you are in control, yet chances are you will not get through it unscathed, yet you keep your foot into it..
take care, be safe
Septembers Song
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After seemingly endless hours of days & nights on the blacktop moving freight across the country, on days off taking a ride in my pick-up along a dirt road anywhere is where I found solidute and gained my privacy. A side of me that few seldom understood. Roots started on both sides of the tracks, where the dirt road met the concrete sea.
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Hi Di, Linda here! I think you have missed your calling and instead of being a lady trucker you should have been an author. You have a way with word like no one else I know and it is always a pleasure to read your writings. Think about it girl you could write a book and be a female Steven King. Sure do love ya. Take care K!
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