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The horizon had been misplaced. It was now simply a series of overlapping billboards. We wandered amongst this illusion burying small stashes of food in case winter started early. Remembering where everything ended made traffic manageable. A prospective u-turn emerged, directions occurred. - Defenders of the Cartesian Coordinate
