I don't remember a lot about the first hour. We'd been side-by-side on a stretch of old rail bed, one of the few corridors like it that hasn't been paved,…
The mind searches, sealed corridors of the future, old traps from the past.
I thread a ridgeline of the mind, the finished to one side and the yet-to-happen…
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