Pine scent and woodsmoke: my titillation.
Long shadows as dawn fades and my breath hangs on the autumn-crisp air.
Looking forward to a hearty roadside diner breakfast at Wimpy, Piet Retief in 30 km.
Listening to Jannie Moolman crooning my heart sore. CD.
Road trip.
Typing while driving.
Fuel reached a record high at midnight; I'm glad to have sold my truck and gone the small car route.
Bliss.
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