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schedule to leave town. Lucky for them
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the road for over three hours and
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in a short time it will be
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covered less than ten miles.
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And no more obstacles to earn profits
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. They then turned north on what was
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a devastating terrifying land to settle in
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little more than a rutted dirt track.
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Where only the bravest of people tred
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and honest and hardworking community
was essential
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, a pair of waist-high signs with Red
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Paint and rust warns of land mines.
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Cross camp names were the only indication
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People were living on these dry lands
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and the future was not really bright
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for the new investors . The lands were
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In posession of an old lovely family
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for centuries their ancestors lived and worked
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those lands. Opportunity and prosperity
was given
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to everyone and new leaders arrived
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With progressive and fresh innovative great ideas
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Trying to shape the world as history
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of life ahead. A squad of bored
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Executives trying to stop progress in all
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, kept the traffic from making the turn,
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to a disaster and really bad results
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motioned it farther west with languid African
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a language that it still spoken on
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gestures. After exchanging a few words with
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a total stranger, and nothing in common
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