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the light in Oklahoma is the most interesting, the mornings glow like burning embers and the days are so bright, so terribly bright, but often along abandoned roads lined with old groves of forgotten orchard trees are reminders of days long gone by. Like an anchient stone wall or the knarled vines that once choked the daylight away from what lies on the soft prairie mat of grass and weeds, old gravestones, rotting fences and perhaps some flagstones that lay mute, never to echo the sound of footsteps.
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