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The mountains look closer than they are morning fog misting across the first teasing taste of sun you could almost pluck a handful of cottony gas following Appalachian tradition of reaching up at the sky fingers barely scraping it Used to be a farm, she told me used to have a horse from Long Island and these trees, all this brush and crap used to be gone I plan to fix up these houses and convert the place into a writers' retreat one day There was a whistling in my ears and live coals licking the walls of my chest in all the movies, the audience knows better than to open a window better burn than blow up, but the character never does and never gets the chance Small towns gossip like Zumba moms at the studio the effort sweats out toxins and drinks in tea each session a chance to pull bigger weights, wear taller sneaks. Here, no one grows up; just bigger
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