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Finishing up the week's tasks, and strategically planning to nurse a wounded motorbike 400 miles.
Papa Rod sits in the dark and watches the fireflies and remembers that the whole world sparks and flames.
Determined to ride a bike to the Farmhouse, Papa Rod takes one that won't charge the battery.
Papa Rod corrects the names of the buildings, disses Thoreau, and ponders a time when the trees won't be invaded by thorns and vines.
Pawpaw comes up to help Papa Rod fix the overhead door on Hazel's Garage, and subsequently misremembers the names of sheds and outbuildings.
Papa Rod sits still in the morning breeze and ponders his participation in place, and spends the evening thinking on the heritage of his new Gravely, and adding it to his participation in place.
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