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2. As his dress changes we watch a vegtable grower, a barn builder, a meat cutter. Now we are on the dog continuing slowly away from the man in his gate. The dog is sniffing toward the sound of an irrigation damm, that we find ourselves swinging largely about to embrace in the scene, as we then cluch to look back over the good dog right up against the man's thoughts. We are way in the woods. There is always Moon. The sounds and the clouds are mystical. We are alone. There is no pavement on the road that comes in to this place of work. There is only a thinking among the machines; they but shake with mumble as all other workers finished with action. Still in the set we cut under the mill. Our character is flat under a turn of the century boiler blowing it down, and the Earth trembles. He climbs out from the sawdust heading back quick to the boiler tower. There we see him running water valve level and drinking fifth's of red wine. He opens the huge grates. The fire is full as hell. He laughs. Takes a ring of keys off a stammer nail and walks down through the key punch cat walks among the beneath of the simple streams making music a jingle until he sits like a flash reminding us of a tode stool.