Poet Lady Katz (new forum post): Pitstop

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We were a pitstop, the break in the woods, with a picnic basket spread over the grass, with the breeze running tangles in our hair under the hazy sun. 

But in my deluded expectations and efforts for us to become the destination, I forgot to realise that we were just meant to be another milestone, nameless and scattered along the way.