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Ruins by the Interstate speak of travelers long gone, who settled along the way oft travelled since Old Highway 80 was new. Exit 46, now, near where I live is an abandoned well with sparkling water, bubbling, in its depths, but no longer drawn up by witty wind powered pumps, why? Was it an aquifer…