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The late night commute from the satellites thru the nexus and out the other side to a new suburb. Many miles moving beneath the wheels supporting the traveling on axels across the frozen north, beyond the secret parallels, and into the insolated streets. A fake paris is lit by the heavenly neon, and the glow of hope. Survival in the days was based on dreams and self-made promises.

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