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Car Rides
The golden sun shined on the dry, yellow field as we drove home today; which made it seem like a field of treasure and shining gems with a big lake of sapphire in the middle. On the other side there was the old church, painted a bright pale red; an ugly color in my opinion. The lush green fields by the old farmhouse accompanied by the occasional sheep, walking around and being sheepish, flew by as it turned into rolling hills of green. And then we passed the road to the house that was either to great or to small to show. The round a bout, a pointless swirl of confusion to the bridge, looking at the lake, the sun shining on it perfectly and a boat floating by making me wish I lived at one of those houses.
The baby music was exploding in my ear, trying to sound cool as if the muffin man was a celebrity, and everyone should know him. I started staring at the clouds for a while and saw cute, big, fluffy sheep prancing around and jumping, obviously getting ready to be counted that night. The swamp by the stoplight, an ugly green mess, but there is life, at least I think. The beautiful lake by the turn, the upside down boat stuck in the middle makes it unique because, well, I'm sure no other boat stuck in the middle of a lake is upside down. I open the window to feel the cold breeze then there the golf course, nearly abandoned because of the season. As I pass by the little RV like home on the opposite corner, except with only one wheel, covered in weeds, and broken windows, we make the last turn and drive down the pitch black driveway; this is home that the Lord God created for me.
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