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MORPHEME

SOMEWHERE BETWEEN POCATELLO, IDAHO, and Jackson, Wyoming, I’m driving alone in an F-150 with rusted hubs and a transmission that threatens to go everytime I shift between third and fourth gear.

It’s 1:00 a.m., but I’m not tired. It feels like 5:00 p.m., local time, where I just flew in from.

I spent

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