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The Red Dirt Road

Follow the red dirt road. Take it slow, walk it, this is not an exploration nor a pilgrimage, it is a short tour around the beginning of an idea and its end. Move along past the few rural homesteads, pass beyond the shacks and the weather-beaten tumbledown cabins, the double and single wide not so mobile homes with their rusting trucks. Hurry past the gypsy encampments. with their gangs of wild dogs until that dirt road ends in a dry long uncultivated field. This is where the dust covers the old road maker and beside his sunbaked bones see how his maps and plans are rolled up tight never to be unrolled again.

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