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| End of the line for me and my old Buick. My driveway starts right as the hill crests. Ten more feet and we would have made it! Oh, Harvey. |
Winter.
Snowfall.
Driving home on slushy roads.
Curves winding back and forth
following the creek.
Finally home,
only to venture out again.
A rescue mission!
My beau,
stuck
two towns away
at the bottom of a valley
between two steep hills.
A tricky place for bald tires.
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