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The Canadian prairies seem to go on forever.

In every direction, the wheat fields are rolled out flat, disappearing into the sky at the distant horizon.

And that sky is big; actually enormous; stretched over the dome of the whole world like a magnificent blue canvas covered liberally with rolling white clouds.

The overloaded moving truck has gone on ahead.

In the car, Terra and her parents ride silently on the very straight road cut through those fields—each kilometre looking remarkably like the one gone past, and the one yet to come.

There are no other cars on the road. Terra is suddenly gripped by the panicked thought that they are the only ones left alive in the universe; rolling on this unending treadmill of prairie.

But no, Calgary is yet to come, surely. And Terra’s new neighbourhood—Inglewood.