They had been driving all night, mostly her at the wheel as he leaned his head out the window to take in the rush of air and stars . . .

Old highway spools out towards the horizon. Endless, without destination, no beginning, no end. Now and then an occasional traveler, coming or going. Some lost, but all are wandering. And among them the ghosts of those who traveled this road before, a long time gone.

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