All of these three photos show different kinds of rides. Sometimes we swim dangerously alone and in three inches of water wear a tube. Sometimes we take rides and let a stronger person lead the way. And sometimes we give a ride to a friend who needs a lift. Wherever the ride takes me, at the end of the day memories beckon from behind stained glass windows and I am like a naked amnesiac who struggles to reach some intoxicating elixir of home.
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