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Dusty Trails
The car hummed along the dusty trails, the quiet occasionally punctuated by the croaking of cicadas or a lonesome bird’s call. The sight of a hawk soaring overhead seemed to echo their own journey into the unknown. Alice and Matthew fell into a comfortable silence, their hands intertwined as if to draw strength from each other. They were excited to see where these roads would take them.
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