Carrier
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Tues. Nov. 18, 2014 - 6:52 in the A.M.
Save for the rows of abandoned cars and appliances pock-marked with bullet holes, the fields were plain and unadorned.
One day there was a long, winding gash in the Earth. Parting the scrub and crackling grasses was the jagged wake of dried dirt. Between the waves gaped a three foot wide, five foot deep scar that snaked into the woods and up the mountains.
Sincerely, Previous & Next
p.s. Lasting
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