a skeleton key to the coffers of- the pineywood panacea .. a granite stone skipped across- cool creek water .. to whitetails concurring with- the morning fires of October .. to mechanical leviathans sojourned- in prickly winter .. to brown sugar fields in frosted glitter .. for an audience of blackbirds in naked- hardwoods , the crashing cymbals of Enumclaw- across Chattahoochee river bottoms , the tapestry of purple flowers in rested ploughland , to ancient peoples born , stood , tested and long since - passed..
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