We crossed the imaginary line into panhandle Texas, having rolled down from the peaks of Colorado and dogearred the corner of New Mexico,

almost immediately a story of Texas being written across our windshield, 

our vision increasingly consumed by the corpses of winged insects, cataracts clarifying the point, as if there were any question:

we no longer were in the thin-, dry- and cool-air mountain climes of home.

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