Daufuskie II: Summer
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South Carolina coastal island farms Are wooden, rotted through and broken by the paneless windows, hingeless doors. The high Trees of the marshlands stretch up through the warm Wet salted air. There is a memory But they will never know that gold ideal Where I stretch out, calm, tanned, though I can feel |
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