Sunday, September 21, 2003

Smokey glow of fog envelops sugar factory, blurs reality in darkened silence of almost-morning. Smokestacks poke through the mist, tower above fields of beets and a lone truck, headlights sputtering, engine fading as it drives away. Chill breezes promise new beginnings, make magical the simple scene of plain clay bricks and frozen earth viewed from a freeway overpass in winter.

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