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summer of change, of construction, new things going up, old things torn down to make way for new things, from destruction to genesis, the arising of form and function. yellow signs and flashing lights, men in orange vests, hardhats, and gloves, under hot sun and blue skies, too many signs, too much construction, when the weather's good, and people are out and about, and going somewhere, trying to get places, the places that aren't trying to be gotten to in the winter, yet the construction continues, in hopes that next summer no construction will occur in the same place, and it's like surface treatment.
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