It almost never snows in Texas. Yet there we found ourselves. The vast blanket of white sky hung all around, separating us from the world. We intended to head west. Far west. A straight shot across the wide open plains towards New Mexico. We met resistance by Junction. All at once everything came to a halt, frozen. What lay ahead was out of reach, hidden and unknown.
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