We drive through an endless overgrowth of forest. It's hot. I doze.
"Look!" My father's voice whiplashes my torpor. "The edge of the world."
I stare. The road has vanished. Outside, I tiptoe forwards: far below, reaching beyond forever, a vast plain. In a flash my unlived life opens up before me.
"Look!" My father's voice whiplashes my torpor. "The edge of the world."
I stare. The road has vanished. Outside, I tiptoe forwards: far below, reaching beyond forever, a vast plain. In a flash my unlived life opens up before me.
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