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Nov 2012
Lackluster living just south of where the air will freeze you solid and bite you harder than a dog. The land here sighs in the morning and sings at sun-high. The humming comes at night. Fallen into ditches, where the breeze gets sticky as it grows slow, winding in and among them.
Katherine
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