driving toward home and late after work; shunting over motorways like logs upon a river and we plunge forward, up against pilings of light. ahead, hills shine with breaklights like campfires or fake gold necklaces fallen from an overstuffed box. night falls; it falls before closing and everyone around goes forward past office hours. african cattle in a wildlife documentary, moving together in heavy herd movement, all individual, eyeing their neighbours for danger, looking for somewhere to sleep.
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