The Rail Trail's path saunters out over the river and then abruptly halts and morphs back into its old trestle self and tip-toes across empty space, merging with rocks and green.In the garden the daffodils dance and the hyacinths curl their curls, dense with perfume. Everywhere the new green aches to become sky.
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That is SO nice! I love rail trails! I never get tired of hiking and biking along those trails. Nice grades, isolated landscapes, lots of trees and scenery. They've become national treasures, for sure.
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