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Show TO DISCOVER POSSESSIONS LOST IN DAYLIGHT Looking out at the tan fields he could see the barn, like a ship in rough seas, below the chalk smudges of clouds, and the black blades of the plow. He saw the reflection of the sky in the pale blue pond beyond the barn and, in the distance, it seemed only as large as a hand-mirror, forgotten. Sometimes, at night, he'd search the farm with a flashlight in one hand, hoping to discover possessions lost in daylight, still he'd never found a hand-mirror. The sun, poised on the ripple of a hill, appeared to be butter, melting, and the trees lined along the windbreak waved like flags on parade. A wall formed by the rectangular shapes of sheets separated him from the flower garden his children had seeded earlier in the year. He saw the hen-house in the backyard and the skeletal frame of an automobile in which he'd once driven to Florida through the tremedous rains |
