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  • The wrong kind of stillness this night. An absent stillness. Like a frozen rage, for all the wrong reasons. And it was stuck inside of me.

    On my way home, some kind of strange machines were at work, but there were no people in sight. I stopped the car, because I was almost certain that I had seen this scene before, in a dream.

    I couldn't stay for long. Other cars needed the road too.
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