On a quick trip to the United States last winter, I had my sister pull over as we sped down a country road. This road provides a convenient link to the local interstate and my family members use it almost every day. I did too, back in my distant youth.
Yet now I was astounded at what I saw. Which was . . .
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
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