hinterland.

In the hinterland between together and apart we took a trip to Montreal.

That piece of garbage car broke down the whole way there and back. 

Watching Canada pass, sitting in a tow truck, hanging out in lay bys, I knew I was pregnant.

That bloom would not fruit but when we got back

I knew I wanted to marry you.

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