Into the colored machine
Into the gestures and voices
Of a moving family
Over highways
muddy lake margins
Up to fondness front door
What a caravan it is
So many colors
A brother smiling
Certainty
Hard concrete
City motorways full of junctions
A family is the puzzle put together
even if the pieces don't seem to fit
the way you'd like
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