Moonlight on snow on mountains. A lake I can only see the barest gleam of, through the dark. Slow cars. Fast cars. Triple-trailers. Snack mix. Two minutes at a rest stop. Driving music. Not enough sleep. Three hours at a rest stop. Waking, shivering. Dawn, fighting its way through the flurries of snow and the heavy gray clouds. Sheep who don'
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