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[plaidclad]

Driving through Wisconsin
I saw the sun, freshly risen
Pure and blinding
Shining the roofs of sagging shacks
Polishing the hidesof horses's backs

And the road before me, white and fierce
Shadowed by approaching rain
To wash and bath and carry me to all that is important to me

And there is hope in gearing the story of someone's life from start to end.
And

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[singingraisin]

I miss you. And Wisconsin.