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All roads lead in or out of Tecumseh Valley. Meaning, of course, that roads which take you away also bring you back. Some savor it, some curse it. Some close their eyes, while others see. Some never make it. All the while, it waits, permanent only in its indifference. It is where we are, where we want to be, where we are trying to escape, where we will go.
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