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These are the pics of the (super!) drunk driver that came through my garden wall.
The tree that stopped the little car. It went over a ditch outside, through my wall and knocked down the tree.
The rubble that flew at least 50m across the yard.
Miraculously, all the stone stopped right in front of my porch--all in a straight line.
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