a musing as I drove along Darlington County, past the farm lands.

Such as it was, profligated by so many bestial sorrows, as it is, to despair to do anything more substantial that making bathroom, a man petitioning to God, and in that, the sunny happenstance elapses just the same anyway, as if deaf and dumb to circumstance.

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