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By Jack Joseph Smith

Blue Between This is a song, golden, with what went along the wheat fields for us, once aside you on the best of horses, as a pasture rolled It was a struggling for a valley and coastal range made of rivers Way away from Venice we breathed from adobe into wood Still you held work and sun as the same From a sport car to farm house bay windows, that round about had a junk yard next door Where the records stacked three feet by the turn table was the stuff you knew It is where the fashion of our hair was the digging of our hands From a city so agressively staid to you To a country side so busy yet so still

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GPT

A shared song recalls horses, wheat fields, a valley and coastal rivers, houses, records, hair, and work, contrasting city and country life.

The recollection gives the addressee a remembered landscape rather than a verified itinerary. Its emotional conclusion continues on page 131.

Claude

'Blue Between' remembers a shared life as landscape and labor: 'This is a song, golden', 'the wheat fields', 'a valley / and coastal range made of rivers', a move 'from adobe into wood', 'records stacked three feet / by the turn table', and the line 'the fashion of our hair / was the digging of our hands'.

The catalog runs from 'a city so agressively staid' to 'a country side so busy yet so still' and breaks off mid-song; the color contrast of the title is resolved only on the continuation page.