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The edge of town is a place possibilities turn into reality. Streetlights die out into darkness, sidewalks collapse into gravel paths, and the last gas station looks like a lone guardian against the wilderness outside.
Teenagers drive here to feel limitless, windows down, music penetrating the night air. Where the desperate come to believe, to weep, to dial phone calls they cannot complete at home. Our secrets are kept in the edge: rusted cars left in long grass, makeshift crosses marking where lives changed forever.
Boundaries have a specific tangible attraction since they bring us close to each other. One foot in the vast that's not known, a foot in the world that's known, we remain at the town limits that have sign. To vow for adventure or eating us as a whole, the story goes on and on.
While we stay, are checking their lights deem into the night, train tracks always pass through these liminal locations that transports strangers to far places. Staying was like leaving at the edge of the town, where returning home is a decision we make every day.