Hard to believe that wherever I’ve gone, you’ve gone; whatever I’ve seen, you’ve seen; and whatever I’ve done, you’ve done.
No doubt about it, we’ve experienced some things you and I—simple things; beautiful things. From the sand hills to the grasslands; from the high country to the lowlands; from blacktop to dirt roads; sunrise to sunset; spring, summer, fall, and winter; we’ve left no stone unturned.
Always the consummate traveling companion; together we’ve wandered down every road we’ve ever stumbled upon. Along the way, we’ve discovered the secret of life—we know what it is to be free; from the love of money; from the need for attention; from the trappings of this world.
There’s nothing I’d change; no regrets, no remorse.
With any luck I’m banking that we’ll have days too many to count; perpetually open skies; endless miles of highway–synchronicity; sympatico.
And wherever I go, you’ll go; and whatever I do, you’ll do; and whatever I see, you’ll see.
Together.
You and I.
Day’s end, western, NE
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