We came to the dead end of the road, where a slight pull off allowed us to park. The dog was already whining in the back seat, waiting for a change, anticipating release, but somehow clinging to the warmth of the vehicle, and the safety it represented. I guess we knew the feeling, as well. That of wanting to explore, with some reticence towards what we …
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