The careful grid of asphalt and dreams lay silently beneath us. Little blue circles of respite behind houses too close together and vast temples of consumer choice surrounded by moats of automobiles rolled along mile after mile. Autumnal brown grasses and egregiously watered golf courses flowed past us as we skirted the airway from east […]
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