The back roads. Of northern Minnesota. And Canada. Through ramshackle but quaint towns. Where
some people live year-round. Some being poor. In monetary terms. But rich in
the most meaningful ways. Living in
paradise. Away from the hustle-bustle of urban and suburban environs. Trees,
Trees. And more trees. Lily ponds. Babbling brooks. And rushing streams. The
quiet of solitude. Blended with tranquil sounds of nature. Places to get lost. It’s all right. To never
find one’s way back. --Jim Broede
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