Riding on the interstate. It is, once more, the end of June.
Summer clouds build in the distance. The trees lining the highway are green. Just like then. I will never forget.
When mom was getting sicker, and we could no longer deny what was happening, we rode together in the car to St. Petersburg to see the doctor.
It looks just the same. Today could be that same day, the same moment in time.
But, It's not. And that's why I am leaving for Costa Rica in the morning.
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