• kamenLady.@lemmy.world
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    1 year ago

    The stops between New York and Miami Beach in 1984 were a gasoline paradise for my 13 year old self.

    I didn’t really realize at the time, but thinking back i remember the long wait cooking in that car in dazzling heat, like a virgin & when doves cry nonstop on the radio.

    All these memories are drenched in a heavy gasoline stench, i can smell the smell right now, almost taste it.