From Gene’s Notebook
…so clear, so muddled ….
Wheat kernels spilled like hard brown rain from the back of the truck through a grate on a scale, and then moved, unseen, to the grain elevator.
Long long lunches, close to two hours, where deals are made, deals that put more knives in the planet.
Clean clean grain.
Murky murky words.
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky
October 23, 2008
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