I flew to California.
I held my niece moments after she was born.
I celebrated a birthday.
There was a surprise.
I ate a burrito in San Francisco.
I went to a garden with my sister
I witnessed the union of two people.
I met a man and a woman.
I got in their car.
We headed towards Alaska.
We stopped to get gas.
We stopped to sleep.
We stopped to run through a corn field maze.
We slept one night on the side of the road.
We slept one night in Seattle.
We slept one night at a rest stop.
I wanted to take photographs along the way.
I wanted to see Vancouver.
I wanted to jump in some water.
It was a blur.
The woman drove fast.
Too fast.
She drove off the road.
The road was on a dirt embankment.
Had it been on one of the cliffs, I would not be writing this.
I would be dead.
I am alive.
We arrived in Anchorage, Alaska.
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