Old Road

It seems wild places lost is the refrain of the day. However sometimes you stumble on something that is becoming wild again. A rutted two track becoming habitats again. Grass between the wheels ruts filled with sediment. A reminder that permanence is an illusion, vulnerable to a grass seed.

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