There is something about dirt roads that whistle to me like a siren's call. A dirt road beckons and I answer. I cannot resist its allure.

I guess it is, first, the land, the soil I love so much. Rural Southerners are like that, you know. But then, it is the simplicity of dirt roads and how they hearken back to less complicated times, that is intoxicatingly soothing to me.

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