DAYLIGHT FARM SUPPLY wet lawns along the river where people live on stilts and eat schnitzel and fried potatoes for lunch Southwind Maritime Station brick towns in low fields black dirt brown dirt lets say you have so many years months days and such a number of places in front of you traveling feels like dying and each plain is interrupted by a hill always a new hill in front of you and Daylight Farm Supply just ahead busy as hell watch out for trucks with one eye and with the other spot the blackbirds zipping from this brush to that brush across the road
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