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There was a sudden breeze when i decided to pull the window done; trying to catch it nonchalantly with my left hand. My luggages made a clunking noise when we hit a small bump. Old car. I smiled. Old town. Funny how we started to miss things that were always there only when we're losing it. "Missing this ghost town already?" My mom asked. Her hands were steady on the steering wheel and her almond eyes, with unpronounced wrinkles on the edges were focused ahead but not without a slight crescent smile. "Kinda.." i replied slowly. It seems like my voice were fleeting into the autumn air-leaving little trace, but i knew mom heard it anyway because she started to tap my right shoulder lightly; in affirmation, perhaps. "I'll be home in spring." This time my voice were completely hushed, only to be listened by the rustling grasses and chirping birds outside of our car. And hold me fast, Hold me fast 'Cause I'm a hopeless wanderer I will learn, I will learn to love the skies I'm under I will learn, I will learn to love the skies I'm under
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