>>5933924>>5933875Slow is smooth and smooth is fast.
You take the winding dirt roads out of town, civilization receeding in the face of distant mountains. The clouds follow you like wolves on the prowl, always just one turn back, distant, rumbling, until you find they've looped on ahead of you and you drive into the curtain of rain. The world bleeds blue. Signal fritzes. The windshield wipers work overtime. And the road curves on.
Until finally, hours and endless repeats of the warbled folk music the radio picks up later, you roll into the parking spot outside your destination. More mud than gravel, tell you the truth.
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