Like a train whistle in the night, a road always calls us on, a ribbon into tomorrow.  It tempts us with tales we haven’t heard and sights we haven’t seen and food we haven’t tasted.  And makes us wonder if we’re like those people further on — or different?

People are like the road, changing, getting lost, disappearing, and finding their way again. Always changing.
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-Rose Post, Salisbury Post, Nov 1998