06/01/2018

Looked up through the windscreen all along, when the early hour sky seems like a play of ink, deep and thick royal blue to lighter blues until one part of the massive dome is infused with red, charging it up with the sunrise. That’s when we stopped. That’s when we looked an eye full. All around. Then, resumed with the journey that we must. Who stops for these things long enough. We fear we will lose the plot.

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