Self-esteem & Self-reliance
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My view from the top of Gnarly included the road at the end of the long lane, congested with cars even though it was early afternoon. Nowhere close to rush hour. The road was on the map, of course. It had probably been a horse track back when the land was being used as a cemetery. Soon to be replaced by a superhighway, unless I could do something to stop it.
