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Frail canister Harding long windsock the brass carrying cutlets.   Unleavened ladle bent social wrapped strings hilly, brandish caliper trucks.   Ringer boys morning cattle paw quilting cookie sheets.   Bushel rafter gossip Sunday Emma gum ash after.   Fall, dung acres.

Moon early mama the porch neighbored lessons jowl.   Jamb Bible hemp.   Quartered and pennies baked for sidings butcher, barbed, plate sermons canned.   Dusty gophers laces might penknife virgin kerosene.

Shears melon elbow around harvest apron.   Enema booties.   Flies silo gingham spittle bought clouds. Burlap rocker hopscotch or boxcar blowing merry witch Hazel.   Wells.

By the time Lowell was twenty-five he had seen enough of small, flat towns, the same girl, and his rightful position at Barton's Feed & Grain.   He left Emma and the gray woodframe house knowing they would last just as long on his father's pension.   Lowell wanted to meet the faces he might find on a street lit with electricity.   He said as much himself; he was tired of moonlight.

So he left for New York City to play jazz.   And after a while he stopped writing.