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ON THE ROAD Hello, its me. I'm driving from Nevada through to Utah, the clouds peace making, they are like rock faces in the sky, the more I look the easier it is to invert them with the mountains. Will people live in this desert someday, my god there are craters, or will there always be this wonderful hollow voice of spirit telling the stories of all and no time, unbroken by our chatter. 
  
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