The road was a empty black ribbon on a broad, sage-green plain that rose up into sage-green hills, massive and rolling and convoluted and soft-looking, like skin. A long yellow freight train snaked along next to the road, and then the train and I were racing each other, hurtling towards towards home and the river, while dark cloud-shadows slid silently across all that vast soft greenness.
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June 2019
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