You will know when this Blog has ended, for it will be at
the precise moment I come to the end of my thoughts. No curtain will fall and there will be no
final music playing. It will simply
stop. Our time together will be
over.
The electronic fibers will still spark but there will be a
mental disconnect that will last for the remainder of history. This is not meant as anything but one last
Burma Shave sign. The road continues on
with its bends and hills, but that small section lined with clever rhymes has
past, replaced only with fence posts, barbed wire and Mail Pouch Tobacco barns.
You might as well flip the radio back on. It’s going to be a long, dry journey.
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