Ah. He did what he had to do. He asked no questions. He had few conversations. The tar glistens in the noon heat. He tread across the grass up onto and down off of the concrete abutments. Mirage on the highway. Ghosts in the tunnel. The dark cave. Out into the blinding light of the day at breakneck speed. Every bolt rumbling. Glistening highway
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