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Up Country Inn It wasn't like it was before, no... Tinted heart of yellow-grey she was a younger version a mind bend, cunning with a strange surrey hat aflame. It's odd, past, but this is deja vu under lamp post light of finite breadth, insular, cry of frustrated spirit. Before, near dutch elm, on limpid field there was great tundra tempo a forever heart beat merged with the sky cupped the wind. Now there is a hollow question always in the air.