I had a dream involving gravel roads (I am just old enough to remember a couple of these in upstate New York) overnight. Just part of the high price of asphalt in that world (it wasn't Earth).
Apparently I was not alone.
Or, as I keep saying, I didn't like the twelfth century the first time.
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It's enough to make one cry.
My daughter lives on a dirt road, and the mud was a damnable nightmare. Argh!
(I am FAR too old to go back to living like Little House on the Prairie, but luckily, she isn't!)
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