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The unwinding tar ribbon fluctuates, challenges, unnerves.

Ripples, ruts and road kill speeds past beneath us; bloated lumps of fur and grotesque smears along the dotted white line.

When I am not driving, I am gazing out the window, admiring the sun draped hillside.

When I am on the road, I am home.

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