The pines are passing like minutes and stretches of asphalt, cul-de-sacs, runoff riverbeds, sedgegrass tributaries, and crows, crows, crows, look, a power station, look, housetops, highways, look, motorcycle cops with flashing lights behind a white Toyota on the roadside, don't look, abandoned parking lot, don't look, airport misnomer, keep your eyes off the yellowing field […]
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