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Our road trip memories align as we pass a Farmall tractor, fire engine red and rooted roadside in a field of alfalfa, a relic washed by cloudburst, a workhorse dried in sunshine, arrested air stack, rusted crank case, supple spider webs in chaste wheel wells— immutable old machine somehow extinguishing in the reflected acreage of the rear view mirror.
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Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC
Red Tractor
Our road trip memories align as we pass a Farmall tractor, fire engine red and rooted roadside in a field of alfalfa, a relic washed by cloudburst, a workhorse dried in sunshine, arrested air stack, rusted crank case, supple spider webs in chaste wheel wells— immutable old machine somehow extinguishing in the reflected acreage of the rear view mirror.
jonathan-witte
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Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC
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