The autumn breeze blowing through the trees, the whistle of a train moving east into the sunrise, thoughts of campfires and Kerouac and a lifetime or two. I’ll never smoke again if I can have this moment — stretched out into a lifetime.
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The autumn breeze blowing through the trees, the whistle of a train moving east into the sunrise, thoughts of campfires and Kerouac and a lifetime or two. I’ll never smoke again if I can have this moment — stretched out into a lifetime.