he walked along the side of the road. head held down. he watched a truck drive by. with arkansas license plates. he passed the june port bridge. and threw a stone. down towards the water. he looked into the sky. where the power lines had made their escape. in a town with only one road. it's hard to complain. it just stays the same. so hard to find. so hard to find a way out.
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