Charging the highway, a town small and uncaring of the velocities driven on the vast, empty road. Windows dropped down, moon roof retracted, witness to the multitude of stars that only exist outside of the city. Lake Michigan air blasted through the vehicle, streaming together with the music as we careened down the lonely lane.
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We walked along the shore of Lake Michigan, the roar of the wind on our faces and eyes and ears, waves tumbling, rolling against the sand, again, again. Only the glow of a half-moon lit our cold path etched on the shoreline between the sea-lake and dune grass. Icy Michigan splashed over our feet. We walked on, barefoot, through darkness and hazy moon.
