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Mud.
Springtime mud.
The kind that is caused by melting snow.
The kind that turns the top two inches of your driveway into soup. (Though the ruts that are there when it freezes back up again can go Elsewhere...)
Living on a road with a slight incline, so that you can play in the rivulets that run down the hill across the end of the driveway. *sigh* Such memories...
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But all the while I sit and think of times there were before
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door
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