The dawn had some strange power.  It almost beckoned me to stop the
car and simply sit by the roadside.  The gentle light couldn't keep
my attention.

"But what of the ice-sculptures?" I wanted to ask.  Yet I knew I'd
never hear an answer.  Some determination and over 300 miles would
see to that.  A feeling of calm swept over me for the first time
in months.

Perhaps there was a way.  I couldn't see it.  Yet onward I drove.

"Home," I thought, and felt myself smile almost ironically.

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Or was it:

"Home," I smiled, and ironed my flet most thoughtfully.

"Gnome," I filed, and thought I ironed most of my feet thoughtfully.
Gnomes I ironed, and thought mostly about feet
Clones I ironed, and sought for most meat
I ironed meat, and sought for clones
Or something like that
Don't worry...
Be happy...

I fired meat, and bought drones
Or nothing like this
Worry not...
Be sappy...

ironing gnomes? uh...

We knew something odd was going on in the lawn.

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