I wonder if I will ever again be on the roadside, or if I'll ever be the kind stranger. a lifetime ago, maybe.
30 degrees.
black, shimmery pools of imaginary water reflect back the sky on the tarmac.
when I was young I would dream of the car diving in, water everywhere, and a long swim into the depths of the highway, to where it's really going.
the sky breathless with the haze rising upwards. a lonely tero eating carrion off the melting road, taking flight just when. bugs on the windscreen.
somewhere out there, a fortress.
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