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GROUNDING I Ticking louder against the electric fence, weak in the crossed mess of stems, weeds break under your stick. An underground signal beats unbreakable in the roots. Brush a leaf, a wire by accident, and you turn the wrong dial. The sudden, terrible sun pounds the air white, the ground black as static. For hours after your fingertips babble, their prints strange as radio waves.  ...

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