Border Crossing
Leaving Jeff's, I didn't know where I was going but I decided to continue along the dirt road bordering his property, because I'd seen a car coming out of it, which meant it was passable, probably. Good enough for me. The name of the road, referencing a root vegetable, seemed to be of old Yankee stock. Road signs count for something, although within my …
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