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If I ventured in the slipstream

Between the viaducts of your dream

Where the immobile steel rims crack

And the ditch in the back roads stop

Could you find me?

–Van Morrison, ‘Astral Weeks’

Beyond the back door was a view of mountainsides in the moonlight.

I let out a yahoo. The night was on.

–Jack Kerouac, On the Road