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Interior by Jeff Siegel

The route over ground from the depot to the interior, covering a bit less than a quarter mile, something has changed on it since yesterday. They all made the leisurely stroll at the same time, but look now. The dirt goes from brown off the bus, normal dirt brown, to some putrid yellow closer to. […]

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