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The Plains of San Augustine
Head bowed irreverently with the cold blade resting on my neck. Quiet time, tow the line, a time and place for everything. 'There is a season,' 'a time to die,' and the word games end as the clock thunders by, and the rain sears this pain as my streams keep running dry.
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