I'm driving. Trees, lined like soldiers, passing on each side. It's overcast. Almost perfect, but there's something missing. Unfamiliarity. I know this place too well. Missing. Autumn fighting forth from the leaves. A crispness in the air. Cobblestone leaf laden streets. Green rolling hills. Firewood air. Adventure.
I need to find that place.
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.me.too.
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