long-grass grows from the water until the horizon you'd never reach, where a line of trees grow. regularly some sort of electricity grid facility or a siding filled with sleeping wagons... but otherwise just an expanse of grey-yellow grass waving like a lake in the wind. power lines travel the length of the track with us ruining any photos. i guess they have to though, or we'd stop pretty smartish. homemade pylons made of roughly cut trees have been repaired, repaired again and still look as if they are going to collapse.
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