Daniel said once that the clouds in Kansas look like giant gray brains. Their thoughts all big and drifty and slow like ruminant sky gods. Brains that hover over wheat fields and ineffable highways stoned on the grandeur of their high seat until they die a raindeath or blow away.   Tonight though the sky…

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