On this fine day, I took the Rawland for a morning ride on the Minuteman.
There were some new public art installations, coming and going.
And, of course, the neolithic volunteerism of the Mile 4.0 Cairn Builders was irrepressibly on display.
Among the automotive object lessons in Mal's yard, one stood out for the grim story written in the cracked concavity of its windshield.
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