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Joesepp: I wind down the window and winter falls to the ground. Giant grey and white caps cloud around and the warm air barely stirs. I am moving through the suburban roads, low flat tiled roofed houses, white fences, no fences, trees, succulents. I pass them, intersections come and go, lights turn from red to green and back again. The roads open up one lane, two, three, merging. The black ribbon highways with wide walls all along - the sedimentary layers dip and rise beside me like dragons swimming through the strata. The verges grow smaller and their whiskery eyes and wild heads dive down under the green turf.