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That fence seemed to go on forever. With every trough and crest of the terrain, the posts seem to trail off into the stark black nothingness of the night. Suddenly, the flash of the headlights, affirming its infinite presence. Only three feet tall, but countless miles of boundary.
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May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
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That fence seemed to go on forever. With every trough and crest of the terrain, the posts seem to trail off into the stark black nothingness of the night. Suddenly, the flash of the headlights, affirming its infinite presence. Only three feet tall, but countless miles of boundary.
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May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
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