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The road wound through forest land and I pulled over for a moment to look at it. The leaves were wet from a brief rain. A breeze stirred the branches. Water moved through a stream, the rocks clicking like billiard balls. The leaves were orange as pumpkins, red as embers. Beads of rainwater moved over their veins and then fell, shafts of sunlight catching them. The road ran before me like a body uncoiling from sleep.

— Mar 17, 2026 03:43AM

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'In the morning, light poured through the window of my room. I looked out. The sun had blanched and reduced everything to an incorporeality. The land itself was nearly invisible.'

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'He'd let me up to a point just short of a bloodstained finale, then veered into comedy.'

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