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Road Song #3 driving west on new kentucky 80 at 4:43 PM moving quietly through a december skyline in the distance and topping out other hills are the giants standing and sitting in rocky formations declaring their history by presentation only dark shapes of mystery stone hold well their own but fail to escape the bright orange flashes of sunfire as i swish the curves and pull the visor down another inch
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