At the very end of the street the bitumen gave way to reddish-orange dirt. And then it stopped altogether. Proud gumtrees blocked the road, their bark peeling off to fall on the ground like withered grey skin. The hot, evening breeze caused the gums to sway; the rustle of dry leaves like a whisper...
-Duane Ratswander
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