Trips on the NEL night train beg me to theorise this. Every caucasian/European face has a twin somewhere in India.
That is all.
The finish line stares you directly in the face.
You are going to die. Maybe it is far. Even so, it is present. Unless.
An empty road lies before you.
What do you do?
-Zan
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Something. You do something.
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