Every road has a story. Coursing onward like arteries to the heart of recollection, roads share new memories with each journey.
One road will always be known for the building with the funny name, just past the stop light. Another remains a childhood image, indelibly set. Another always means almost home, or almost somewhere, or only just beginning.
Even roads never taken tell stories. So do the people who miss them on a map, forever cursing some night they drove hours in the wrong direction or slept in a distant town anxiously awaiting morning from the driver seat.
Every road leads somewhere. Every destination has its reason. And every road tells an intricate story to anyone willing to slow down a bit and listen.
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