Ants. Ants getting back. Ants in the car, crawled into the cracks. Ant wonders on my hand; I let it walk and scoop it from hand to hand and each is new territory.
And the road stretched out before us, and we trusted that it led us home; we trusted it was the same road as before, continuing linearly, though really we wouldn't have known the difference.
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