Findlay, Ohio. February 2011.

You remember only the small details of the small trips to small towns.
You sat in a coffee shop called the George Street Cafe and it felt like a creaking library
it snowed gently and peacefully outside while you sat by the window for hours
you were reading The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo and you ate a blueberry muffin.
You were missing a friend's birthday and called her while you smoked by the back door.
You forgot to buy insurance on the rental car and drove all the way back
to the airport in Toledo below the speed limit teeth clenched and worried.
It never stopped snowing and it was beautiful
you always loved taking off in a storm
the land disappears quickly and there's nothing left to do but fall asleep.

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