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The cliffs of night tower out beyond the glass past the sand. Our tires hum a dusky tone. Black ribbon moves beneath us treacherous unvarying. The oscillation pulls us in. We move without traveling our vessel’s curse the news we bring. Testimonials carved in stone. Sleep disturbed only by the warning of the beloved’s toll. We gather hours gone by. We are witness to the burning of the beautiful. A fundamental method and design. Love. Fear. and Devotion.
