I was traveling the long road to my destination. The brush was blazing along the way, with millions of flitting sparks, like sun devils dancing. I think they were taunting me, or perhaps goading me on, on to my destination. I started skipping, then running, past it all. Over and through, to my enchanting Amagaloo.
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