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The day was mostly overcast, but
warm. The road which seduced me five years ago, seduced me now with the same
compelling force. As I got closer, I marveled at that for years, after the first
visit, I thought I would never find this place again! |
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But I found it - an old private
airport. Vast and secluded, it sheltered old equipment and machinery whose dignified
sincerity lay sheltered from the modern glance of plastic and indifference. |
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Old tractors and trucks huddled together -
remembering the days of frequent oil changes - while all around them raged the explicit
colors of a New England fall. |
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Once you visit such a place, you begin
thinking that you should write about it later, but somehow that never comes to pass... |
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