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TRAVEL atlas of devastation all the pages blank thumb through it idly thinking would I visit this whiteness or that what would the seacoast look like empty of sea empty of sand no need for camera or reservations pack whatever you wish no passport no rate of exchange borders vanish guards and their shack gone do without a guide how could he know more than you how could he be less aimless impossible to be lost where all is lost no one to be a stranger to yours the only language spoken endless grieving in an empty place why worry about heat and thirst in such a place one has no eyes no skin no throat to parch