The only magic there? A cape of snow covering the road and hiding the mountains. I tried to slow but it wasn't fast enough...my mind wandered too far from me. my thoughts were lost in an earlier conversation which, like the snow, never should have occurred. Tears blurred that curve ahead and curses shot through me. Sliding into a darker abyss, that guard rail stopped more than just my thoughts, calming the tempest in my head and making me aware of the storm that truly existed. The only thing between us, cracked glass.
What more could you ask for in a moment of regret, fear, and desire for redemption than the words of Shakespeare.
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