Welcome to the Pecanland Mall. Sadly, the pecan grove had to be
dozed to build it. Home Depot razed another grove. There is just the one
grove left and the creeper and the ivy have blunted its sun. The uglification
of your landscape is all but concluded. We are driving around the shorn
suburb of your intelligence, the photographer and her factotum. Later
we’ll walk in the shadows of South Grand. They say, in the heyday of
natural gas there were houses with hinges of gold. They say so. We are
gaining on the cancerous alley of our death. Which, when all is said or
unsaid, done or left undone, shriven or unforgiven, this business of dying
is our most commonly held goal.

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