Wounded by Dust

One day I woke up, and decided to go. I was well aware that my father was infuriated to know that his youngest daughter had run away to live with hippies in California. I couldn’t care less, it seemed as if my father thought freedom and happiness was an epidemic and it had now it’s evil claws tight around his daughter. Before I knew it, I was on the highway with my thumb towards the City of Angels.
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