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Ode to Earl
He is an old man who lives in the rural hills of Indiana. At 82, he seems to be slipping back into the hills from which he came. From his porch he sees the color of fall and the greening of spring. Mainly though it is the memory of his life that is most vivid. Few people come to interrupt the cascade of images. He contemplates days of activity. Looking out, no one can say what it is he sees. He seems content, and he laughs. "Ball games, the things that people do, it doesn't matter".

terry priest <tpriest@evansville.net>