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Wisconsin

04/28/2026 14:58h
By new names and then no names at all, their laws will reach your land, Lorine, to feed on your much loved marshy spaces whose occasional faces discern a stranger from far off but like to take a break from well or welding just to talk. We can- not extricate a place from those it’s made of, the sounds it makes. But now from Blackhawk Island to Madison to Washington, geologies thin; more things sound or work the same. Their laws will reach your land, Lorine, by new names then no names at all.