The late autumn sun hung low over Route 27, casting long, amber streaks of light across the worn asphalt. Its warmth, filtered through the crisp, amber-tinged leaves still clinging to the trees. Created fleeting pockets of golden glow along the quiet highway. The air carried the unmistakable scent of fallen leaves mixed with the faint tang of distant woodsmoke, and the occasional whistle of wind through the branches punctuated the otherwise peaceful silence. Traffic moved slowly and… CONTINUE READING…
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