Rhythms roaming across the United States, touching
down in New York, Chicago, Texas, Arizona and
landing eventually in California's bright and sunny
shores at the Atlantic Ocean.
Finding rhythms at the beach, zoo, Disneyland, etc.
Wherever people gather to have fun and reminisce.
Making photographic memories to keep with them
forever.
Looking at them in later life when unable to create
any new memories because they're too frail to travel
anymore.
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