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This was the scene on NE Killingsworth St just west of I-205, a favorite place, two mornings ago:
This is a favorite place because the thronging of civilization is there in front of you, and beyond, impassive yet warm, is the local geography, which, to the degree it can, runs on its own clock, by its own rules.
It does not check with you.
Wy'east in molten gold.
This is a favorite place because the thronging of civilization is there in front of you, and beyond, impassive yet warm, is the local geography, which, to the degree it can, runs on its own clock, by its own rules.
It does not check with you.
Wy'east in molten gold.
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