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the snake slithered under sunstretched scope....

black tie white suit walk straight and tear paper....

a little throw out at a pace....

the wardens are out and the spotlight down on tired land charred black.....

blistering sun down shine....

the inside a theatre of blue and green...

silver streak birds blow blast across sky out the corner of the eye....

these four pieces of wood are peculiar....

draw out a diagram....

up on a hill that hits straight to a point...