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11 without all this gravity. The soft wind tonight—— comes through trees and river. The town is people, the people talk about town about everything that isn’t town, that ends in people and drizzle, that think about a bottle and corn, and some light on them from the sweet sixteen party o heart uncovered We lived in province snow range and something that we uncover is like living in one Arizona room when we discover all we owe to darkness we never really know. Tomorrow is the national holiday for independence— no more left. For the first time we see the mountains with snow on them pulling away from the mountains and clouds. ...

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