Winter Delta. Trees, bare, secrets revealed. Pool halls, warm. Money burns. Beers crack, babies nap, two hands grasp at a cold deer rack. Christmas lights set aglow. Air is crisp, rhythm slow. Pecans hauled down a gravel road. The harvest wounded stand atop their row.
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