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The engines somewhere were running.

I could not hear them.

But I felt a vibration somewhere deep in the days ahead.

Sometimes when I woke

I felt we were already in the van

moving over the road to the next place on the itinerary—

a slab of unrest

making its way like a strong wind across the world.