Orson Welles in Wisconsin: Here I am walking on a path up a hill through a field of corn. The stalks are eight feet tall, tan. The cobs that show are Indian Summer scarlet and burgundy. Still green leaves reach out, like cow ears toward... I am dead now.
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Orson Welles in Wisconsin: Here I am walking on a path up a hill through a field of corn. The stalks are eight feet tall, tan. The cobs that show are Indian Summer scarlet and burgundy. Still green leaves reach out, like cow ears toward... I am dead now.
