I choose a group of trees close to the highway and look for a piece of ground without light.
In the darkness I rake together a pile of leaves and crawl inside.
I listen through my knees to the cold.
For the moonless traffic.
For the sounds of any intruder.
I remake myself fifty seven times.
Tomorrow, I'll camp in the middle of a roundabout.
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