No one goes more than 15 any where in town.
An old shcool bus rusts and sings.
And there is land for sale,
potentiality,
"You have to carve your own niche," I was told. You can't just look for work, although there is more work than people to do it. You have to go out and find it. You have to build your own life.
And everyone knows all about everyone.
It is calm and I am exstatic.
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