There's something about a good day that sets me ablaze with a love of being alive.
Most importantly, this feeling comes as I drive and drive fast with the wind whipping through my hair as I lean into the steering wheel, bringing my face as close to the hood and to the ground as possible as if I need to feel my wheels, on my body, thrusting me over the ground.
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I also like feeling at one with inanimate objects. That used to happen a lot when I played bassoon.
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