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Nothing ventured, nothing gained

Chasing light up the coast

A pulsed message from the equatorial belt

It was there when I got here

Nine point eight meters per second squared

Ready

Blacktop sings to a backroads moon

Afterimage

Year of the Fire Horse

A sudden thought. A welcome interruption.

A mystery

Breath on breath. Gravity falling behind

Recognition

The path

The well

The bridge

Step by step

Day into night into day etc.

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