REGIONAL VARIATIONS
Take them into account but there's
no matter really. All things are the
same in the end. Hear the dogs
barking, the whippoorwill out of
its tree'd cage, the sly fox as it
wrinkles it way along the old
dirt road. Old Mennison Road,
it still twists around Caneford
Lane. Even the old houses are
the same : stand they, tall and
battered, but leaning only
straight. For all that, no other
direction exists.
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