Some people like to live the old fashioned way. A teepee on the side of the morning road.
Sun rises on a lake that is steaming from cold air.
Dry grass, cold air and autumn leaves.
A gigantic sprinkler. I dunno who or what pulls it across the field. Probably tractors.
This is our dream. That all current buses would be abandoned and rust. No more propaganda.
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