The Pattern That Repeats at Every Mile Marker

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2026-05-27 08:18:20 -

The highway was a straight line through the center of Nebraska, and the straightness was the point. You could drive for an hour and see nothing but corn and sky and the white dashes of the lane dividers pulsing past your window at a rhythm that matched your heartbeat if you were tired enough. The driver had been tired enough for twenty-three years. He had stopped noticing the rhythm a long time...

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