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Driving between the same two ridges of hills every day - especially since I only see them heading southbound, in the daytime, and not at night when I return northbound - is like being a piece of metal stroked along a magnet. Over and over again through the same path, day after day, year after year. Slowly, I become aligned to the Sleepers that enfold me...