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Originally Posted by Dhamma
Building a place on a dead end dirt road out in the sticks now. Should be moving in next year. Lake Winni is gone to me as is most of NH. They have just become another hell hole playground. Seems like humans are children their whole lives.
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Good luck...
We're at a place that is still on a dead-end
dirt road. The
dirt road was probably built at the beginning of the century—
two centuries ago!
The maple-syrup "factory", employing a half-dozen people (and their horses) is long-gone—
one century ago.
Even when you
think you're at your little dead-end dirt road paradise—enjoying a quiet sunset—not long afterwards, you can count on someone setting off fireworks...starting Fridays.
Where do these people, bent on ruin, come from?
