By Sahnje McGonigle
The Fabric settled imperfect on the hills. The girl in the passenger seat oh so sweet. The hills draw on and on winding up through and through. We were like a needle through the landscape moving towards the sunset. Warm was her touch on my hand as I sped on and on. Deer dotted the landscape like accidental stitching. The heat spiked contrasting to the winter landscape. As the stitch was finished and the sun swallowed us up.