"All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.”
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Two views of a deep cut in the riverbank. What is the story here? Old drainage ditch? Old roadbed?
I'm not really sure, but it's probably natural. To the left is a natural hill, or what passes for a hill in these parts. To the right is the railroad.
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