In the wrap of winter, three o'clock burns through the snow weighted boughs as a late hallelujah comes to roost on the forest semaphores sidling along a plowed road that disappears into darkness. Yesterday… flames tailing from the fins, the classic Chevy passes by, radio razzing, window down, driver’s elbow on the frame, he yells just loud enough to hear-- "Are you with me?" —egh
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