Leave exile early, cover six hundred miles in one morning hour. Meet your banished brother, converse and feel. Point your finger at the world. Scream. Shout. Laugh in the face of the absurd. Elope once more, speed across mountains and plains. Eight hundred kilometers, another hour. Home.

So small is the world, so close are your brethren, and so affectionate their souls. Heart-warming. Warm, warm, warm.

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