For me it’s not that bumpin’ place with 70's music and disco balls – it’s my haven…for 2 minutes.
I roll up the windows. Put the car in neutral. Press play on the CD player. And breathe. Listening to the methodical swishing of the long soapy tendrils, I close my eyes and am taken elsewhere - a quiet place where my heart aches and reality feels millions of miles away.
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