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may be leaving, but I’m taking all of them with me. Gunning the car, I shoot toward the highway, thankful: thankful to have felt, and experienced love in every degree, for the gift of knowing it, for every memory I’m taking with me. For the love I had and lost, and the burning reminders surrounding me, charred into me, telling me that, no, I’ll never be that woman who can let go of the past, but I can take it with me.

