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 Nemaha County Nocturne The difficult stars parse the night into silence, benediction, dream. Between soil and silo thrums the grammar of grain and all of Kansas rests. The slender roots of weeds suck at the dirt, and the listing windmills and ruined barns lean toward their beginnings. Flowing north, our river glides through glacial cuts and those ghosts of primitive sea. A turtle, overturned dish of flesh and patience, swims against history’s blur. Locusts resurrect the wind and with reluctant tongues we name it holy holy. ...

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