day 6, nevada to idaho
July 7, 2010
they strolled along the road serenely, with their eyes, their boots, their rage, forgetting everything. it was the wind and the sun and the fire that would carry on these wayward daughters from now on.
twenty six years measured in yellow dotted lines had passed them by and they had never lived a more honest day in their life.
required reading: walking around, pablo neruda
required listening: the open road is closing in, magnetic fields
carry on my wayward son, kansas