After every meter there was a 10 feet long crater. You either hopscotch or walk through the muddy fields that ran alongside. These were…

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After every meter there was a 10 feet long crater. You either hopscotch or walk through the muddy fields that ran alongside. These were…
The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must…
I am in love with the roads. The miles and miles of long winding roads, rising up and down, and circling the lush green…