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up, up, the unlimited sky, the hills rising: like a crescendo to endless blue. like holding up the heavens, giving birth to clouds, occasional lightning.
and shine beneath, shine: the fresh rain, black asphalt, song of engine, gears to wheels feet falling on the trail, on the hunt for oxygen air fuel - and go leaping up those traces, into heaven.