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Road Trip.
- Kathryn Rickards
- Sep 4, 2015
- 1 min read
It was a normal road trip for the most part. Passing cars going the opposite direction, the sun setting brilliant gold over the landscape, searching for any tiny town that had a motel with a vacancy listed on its neon sign. One exception: the snail, larger in size than any vehicle, making its way toward something completely unknown to the drivers in its midst. They all press forward.
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