It had seemed like a good day, now suddenly night. Got gas and a
carwash. Left town for the highway. The erratic transmission even
behaving invisible moon cast a blanket. Everything reflective. This
short drive from the valley in the shadow of the mountain. Silhouette
peaks in the rearview. Between a cleft in the hills lay the road's
careless ribbon. White bars on the ground making lines on the glass.
Descending the paving, it rolls down the hillside. A smooth rolling
80, the sky almost clear.
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