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The highway was empty, but
the roadway still groaned, and
heat lightning spread 'cross the
sky. Many miles to go, stumbling
on - straining through sylan oases.
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The lady in blue was selling
tomatoes - the roadside stand
had a child-like sign. 'Farm-Fresh
Eggs,' and 'Squash.' As if anyone
really cared about such commerce
while doing sixty-five in a forty.
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Yes, yes, it gets like that here and
there; roadside dead deer, squished
chipmunks, and a dozen fallen trees.
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