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2006-04-08 - 6:17 a.m.
after the rain
over in the west, the gray clouds are still churning. here, everything is wet and bathed in a precise light. the forsythia blazes like a sodium flame along the highway embankments - every cane and yellow flower is electric. so many eighteen wheelers pulling back onto the interstate as the question strikes me: where do i go from here?
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