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  • The years she spent in college zipped by leaving her father and me in a daze. She got a good job, bought a house, and made herself a life in the city. On a week-end visit home we stood by her car to say our goodbyes.
    "Your car sure looks clean," I said.
    In a crystal clear moment we shared the same thought. She was first to verbalize, "I don't live in on a gravel road anymore."
    There was unspoken sadness in the air.
    Later that evening she sent an Instagram. The caption read, "I never thought I'd be homesick for a gravel road."
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