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  We are going in (Verse 1) Our energy, it's draining, draining low. Our reserves, dwindling, dwindling. Faces glow, a strained, weary show. So weary. A crisis, a crisis at hand. The Primary Trade Lane, gripped. So tightly gripped. Delta-Nine, a nightmare. It's about to make us slip. Just slip. (Chorus) But then, a presence. A presence. A hospitality's call, on the fringe. The very fringe of uncharted space. Before we fall. We fall. The anomaly. A desperate hope. In the night. Their whole mission, hanging. Hanging in the dim, fading light. So dim. (Bridge) Yeah, we're going in. Going in. With a whisper. And a plea. Into the unknown. The unknown. For all the world to see. To see. The ozone, thin. So thin. Despair in the air. Just despair. But something. Something is out there. Beyond compare. Beyond. (Chorus) The anomaly. A desperate hope. In the night. Their whole mission, hanging. Hanging in the dim, fading light. So dim. We're going in. Going in. With a whisper. A...

Darwin Streets on a motorcycle: Sprigg

The starting point






This is the starting point.
However, my starting points are flexible and never reliable.
For this reason I have started in the middle.
Although a street has a starting and finishing point, the stories of in-between are what I am interested in.

There is nothing ordinary in ordinary.
You don't have to be a christian to be a christian.
You don't have to be an American to feel powerful.
You don't have to ride a motorcycle to feel the road.

The problem is, there is too much road.


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