.Appalachian giants sleeping. Grey, blue, green silhouettes; White dotted lines cut across a great american cloth. Miles on miles off in memory. Ghosts haunt, hang and hover like the morning mist. The sun burns it off, the giants rise, then I know Iâm alive. The afternoon sky is a hammer beating do.
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