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TO FRANCES, MY WIFE
IN MEMORY OP THAT BEAUTIFUL SUMMER
IN THE OZARK HILLS, WHEN, SO OFTEN,
WE FOLLOWED THE OLD TRAIL AROUND
THE RIM OF MUTTON HOLLOW—THE TRAIL
THAT IS NOBODY KNOWS HOW OLD AND
FROM SAMMY'S LOOKOUT WATCHED THE
DAY GO OVER THE WESTERN RIDGES.
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