Grain Towers, Telephone Poles
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Hallelujah!-- the sun is in my eyes, on my face.
The air is hot with heaviness, and weighted and waiting for something to unfold.
Hallelujah!-the sun is on our backs at last. It's been a long day driving past grain towers, telephone poles--
and have you ever seen so beautiful a sight, as the way the sun lays down without a fight? Sometimes,
I get lost in here (and it takes a while to find me).
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