REDSTONE
St. Michael on the corner, Redd Foxx in
the doorway; it's the time of bells and whistles.
The very old calendar still hanging on the
workshop wall reads back some twenty
years. I guess it's been that long since
we've energized the tractor.
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At daybreak, the count of the frozen dead
was twelve. At six below and with the
wind it doesn't take long at all. Alcohol
covets the system, like hunger hammers
the mind. These men became possessed
by their own fixations.
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