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Week 21: On the Road of Life, Let There Be No Regrets | Everyday Nostalgia

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I am 22 years old, and I am driving down an empty stretch of highway. Cornfields wave at me as I pass them by in my champagne-colored Pontiac Bonneville—Bonnie, as I’ve so appropriately named her—and the Indigo Girls sing from my speakers, reminding me that the fewer¬†questions I ask, the closer I will be to fine. Continue reading “Week 21: On the Road of Life, Let There Be No Regrets | Everyday Nostalgia”