The cold breeze blows, the trees rustle to each other in a cryptic language only the dreaming vegetation can understand...
The car wreck is in the middle of this lonely road. The longer he sits there, perhaps the chance of being found increases. Or perhaps only the chance of another fast moving vehicle hitting him increases...
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