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on the shores.............
The smell of the fresh asphalt smooth pieces of stone........................... melting in the 120 degree noonday sun white bandages....................on the highway -- the holes that the woodpeckers made............Marlin had turned on the headlights preoccupied with the application........of his silver BMW his gaze lingered................................although as far as I could tell, brown grass on the hills...no one was coming in the opposite direction. the holes in the cactus........... blood stains.............. Alvarado salt river...................... low flying planes............. superimposed on on unnatural disasters............ the words that were written in the painting.... the smell of the leather couch....... for as long as I could remember....................... I could almost feel his hands..................... hand carved napkin rings......................... sopapillas...................... mustard colored tiles............... the long walk into town.................. the sound that the lizards made..............
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