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Prince of Flowers Field
I am writing you at dawn, on a train headed west, a farewell letter to be mailed at the first transfer station, before I head off into parts unknown.
Here, the earth and the sky meet; fly high
A new broom sweeps clean, but an old broom knows every corner
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