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3 Throwing a Ball South of the Pine Barrens Throw a ball at the basement wall & catch it one-handed on one bounce, white tennis ball too grey with crumbs of mica & oil-furnace soot for higher play— that was the game. A tipi (spelled “teepee”) in the woods hardly woods, but holy. The unforgettable watercress, copperheads & far into fall, water rats. Dick saw Jane & couldn’t un-see her, not even pumping white gas into the red, five-gallon can. Everyone said geeus & wooder. “One never fails to kill fire fueled by the other,” claimed the context clue. Dusty blue sky & biplanes cutting their engines & revving up. When Jane dropped acid, Dick cradled her permeable head & sang something far away, where they didn’t have to go, but could, so fragrant & true he was, crumbling dry moss in his left hand. ...

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