Two kilometers before his tires hit the gravel, who knows what he’s thinking?
Who knows if he’s aware of the time gap, that temporal no-mans-land between here and there, between the bunch surrounding him, enveloping him, and the two men up front trying their luck against each other, a stiff wind, and a bumpy ride?
It’s miserable out, but the bunch is lu…
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