Departures approach, you revel in the limitless feeling of filling a car, of two thousand miles before arrival, of a moment in limbo. America trips and stumbles around itself, but you know that I-80 stretches itself from ocean to ocean, ties a nation together which refuses to be joined. It reminds you the marvel of arriving on its shores, how deep the breath in your lungs. You want to see that it is still there, that all is not lost.
You're not sure what happens if this is not the case.
It's time to buck up, America.
I am not ready to lose you yet.
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