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i left the cob hut and the woods and climbed into a large new lexus and drove to embassy row in dc and walked in a "park" and slept on a couch that was bigger than the hut itself. as we drove further and further north, i felt the mountains slip behind me and traffic surround me and no dirty southern hip hop was getting me back to those woods. i was asleep when we entered massachusettes but found myself in the suburbs where there are more misquitos than the rhododendron hill and the fog only gives glimpses of the brightest of the city lights and not even one lightning bug.