Up in Wisconsin, on I-90 is a rock formation, slowly eroding into a pile of sand, and into the base of which youths have been carving names, initials, and pledges of their eternal love.
If you see it, there's an extit to get off and you can conquer it yourself.
We stopped there once, on the way to visit family, and I have been grateful ever since that we did.
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