Monday, January 20, 2003
To The Republic Comments
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fences the first sheepmen cast across the land, processions
of cringing pitch or cedar posts pulling into the vanishing
point like fretboards carrying barbed melodies, windharp
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12/7/2025 8:19:23 PM # 1.0.0
Sounds like old Ray was a top hand, in the top land, always riding for the brand. A helluva good man.