Over the Hills and Far Away

I drove the boy who never spoke over the hills to see the shrinks. He didn’t resist.  He sat next to me watching trees blur. I knew they’d have nothing to say but they’d take a long time saying it. So the closer we got the wiser his silence seemed.

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