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As I look up, I see grass, the harvested wheat field, the trees, and our gravel driveway. Our road is on the other side of a hill. I see no evidence of it from here, but I know it’s there. Maybe 2 or 3 vehicles will pass on a day like today; if they’re tall delivery trucks, I’ll see their roof glide silently down the road, and know the road is there.