cabins and smoke and maids in aprons

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give me doors
but not electrical steps
Let me have the rocks
You take the wagon that way

the set of Furriers ate their tobacco
while sitting on a grassy hill
with distance in the misty light
    – there were entire villages
  scattered in various places
throughout the horizon   and they were
faintly barely seen
and surrounded
by grass plains to the corners of their
distance outwards into their view

vertical lights going up into the night.
cabins and smoke and maids in aprons.
men sleeping on the hill.

dew in the morning
wagons are ready
carrying the loads to settle
what we call chicago today




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