Off the Grid

We decided to disappear. We left our gadgets with our worries and drove outta town. With every turn the road got the smaller until finally it was only a lake, a silver moon and cool night air. Outside looking out. Me whistling “those girls, those lovely seaside girls. Your head, it’s simply swirls and swirls” and she thinking “we might be lost, but we are lost together”

– Sean Hoyne

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