"It's no accident our stories so often turn on hitting the road, riding into the sunset, lighting out for the territories, going to sea, leaving loved ones by sitting off to find a new self, while at the same time shouldering the sadness of never getting back, aging all the while. " from The Nature of Generosity by William Kittridge
Write about your self-reliant individualism in a story or poem about hitting the road. What has called to you? Where have you traveled in mind and time?
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