Lone Rider

La Rumorosa, 23:57 hrs.
Federal highway 2

Tecate, Bc.

I wondered what her story was.
almost like a ritual ,the ritual of running away.
The high she must have been feeling as she rode the open road.
A’wé, raramuri for eagle, the phoenix of the desert.
All she ever wanted was everything.
She was a phoenix herself.
living and feeling all the shades.
Can you see right through her?
I dare you.
The divine ability to feel so ardently.
Freedom at its purest.

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