Around the end of July my friend and I went to visit yet another friend who lives in Preston, MD. If there were any mountains in the area one could accurately call the area “the boonies,” but in a less literal sense, sure: it was the boonies over there. The beautful thing about a region like the Eastern Shore of Maryland is that it’s far detached from both suburban and urban sprawl: there my Verizon cellular service didn’t amount to shit, we’re talking miles to the next convenience store and while the homes from a front view were still close by—this isn’t Smallville, Kansas—there was plenty of land from behind to appreciate.
The best part about the Eastern Shore’s topography is its flatness. I was blessed with one of the best sunsets I have ever witnessed in years, which I share with you today. I don’t get sunsets like this where I live: too many gentle hills that put trees far above the horizon. This sight is uncommon for me; one day I would like to live where I can enjoy a view like this almost everyday.
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