Someone Different

Someone different,
to cure my loneliness,
wand'ring hated hills.

A lady with no name,
places with no significance,
mountains with no memories,
whizzed into my rearview.

3 hour conversations.
awe, shock, wonder.
We fell out of favor in a Spruce Pine Diner.

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