Caravans were hefted at this point of the road, hoisted up for fear of the breadth of wheels spilling over into falling. Rolling down air as rain might long in the landing, crashing into green canopy pattering. Seeped and sunk into dense thicket secluded. Into that well of green surrounded by...
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