Yeah, when I travel home to Kansas, it just feels so comfortable. As we drive through the countryside (this may sound really weird) I hear music. Maybe it would be more accurate to say I feel music. It's a deep expression coming from within me that's hard to explain.
BTW - I thought I might buy a new iPod or set of headphones from that vending machine in ATL, but I didn't have enough quarters. Oh, well...
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very cool description of going home...
& how many quarters does it take to get an ipod anyway? (j/k)
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