Friday, August 10, 2012
"A week later he was somewhere in central Arizona. A rain had come down from the north and the weather turned cool.  He sat beneath a concrete overpass and watched the gusts of rain blowing across the fields.  The overland trucks passed shrouded in rain with the clearance lights burning and the big wheels spinning like turbines."

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