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Sanity’s Last Stand
If the road was paved, I would say we live on a cul-de-sac. But it’s not, so I don’t. Our home is at the top of the hill on a less than one-mile dirt and gravel road. It’s outside of any city’s limits so we, meaning everyone who lives on this road, are pretty much left to our own devices. It’s an eclectic group of people in a dozen or so homes hidden among the Pin O...