Monday, June 12, 2017

Franklin Hicks Comments

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The half-ton choked halfway up the boundary road and would not
turn over. He lifted the hood to shorted wire and the night adjacent.
To the south, the town on the old rail spur, a mile closer as the crow flies
than the number two highway, a slog through crown lands of chattering birch
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