Western light

I was driving from the mountains to the sea

It seemed that the quest for authenticity might subvert the quest for authenticity.

Questing might not be compatible with a sense of arrival.

The winter sun, huge and red, dropped through the skeletons of trees.

Spreading across the horizon was a black bank of cloud, big as the devil’s kingdom.

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