11/26/01 in the dark before dawn the stars are clear in the chill and my heart beats slow and confident due to the huge pile of wood in my yard delivered just yesterday by Mr. Winter whose fine wife sat in the truck with the new baby seven she said seven of them and I replied the bigger ones can help out with the little ones Mr. Winter said he'd drop wood anywhere for twenty-five bucks and wished he could find an artist to draw his children for firewood
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