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The humps and the bends

I know this road well. I know its every dip, and I know where it begins to bend before it begins to climb. I know the spot where the baby metal has chipped off a wee bit. I know where the craters are and how to carouse around them. I recognize the bumper stickers and I know those who are in a perpetual hurry.

This road is known to me. This road takes me home.

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  1. ...all about memories and connectedness.

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  2. This is the road we always want to take :-)

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  3. Sound philosophy... You obviously won't go wrong on this road.

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