I drive through the crows and cows and grain silos and double-wide trailers of Cecil County trying to determine if the landscape is
a) dismal
b) dreary
or
c) desolate.
Naked trees lean over the highway, reaching for my car with knotty fingers. I crane my neck and wonder if the flat grey on the horizon is the choppy plain of the Chesapeake Bay or the seething surge of the Susquehanna River. The engulfing murky sky is neither smooth enough to be serene nor chunky enough to churn.
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