The skies cleared in jagged streaks across the golden highways. I carried precious cargo in the backseat, rife with insecurity and uncertainty. The clouds split at the seams, an inverse ocean of antiquity framing ground travel in the triple digits. The playlist in my car stuttered into tinny, predictable echoes as the sun set behind countless, abandoned strip malls. A thousand empty vehicles predictably clogged the roads the rest of the way.
11:08 a.m. - 2016-11-21
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