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movement, direction, travel. going somewhere, knowing where you're going, how you're gonna get there, the arrival, the destination vs. the traveling itself. which is more or less enjoyable, which could bring more joy or sadness, like the family trip to drop a child off at college, for a sibling it can be enjoyment of a road trip, and the destination doesn't matter, whilst for the parents there is sadness, knowing at the end of the road is a goodbye, and the child in expectation of unrestrained existence is happy. destination and travel. the travel itself, slow going, lots of stops, speeding along, minimum of rest stops, all dependent on the driver of the vehicle at the time, all dependent on state, status, mental location. what about driving with no location, not sure of the location, just somewhere west? the destination unknown, but the getting there? the tennessee smoky mountains, too curvy but short, and lost amid the trees and hills and valleys, but too scared to get there, expecting, assuming where there is.
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