So here I am in Pennsylvania my beginning long ago and I take off from once again.
I’ve been here a few days and driving around the different places of my childhood, the Susquehanna’s islands present as dream space and floating memory. The farm land and blue mountains. Malcolm Cowley wrote a book of poetry, Blue Juanita. I crossed over it yesterday, a beautiful river flowing into the Susquehanna.
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