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Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, splashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. I stuck my head out the window and took deep breaths of fragrant air. It was the most beautiful of all moments.

Jack Kerouac (via cherylannek)

Kerouac describing my hometown of Bakersfield, CA. Heartsigh.

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So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, and all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars’ll be out, and don’t you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all the rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.
The last paragraph (and one of the best last paragraphs in a book for all I care) of Jack Kerouac’s On The Road.

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