just outside the walls of Octatillo................ The double heavy wooden front doors slammed shut behind him.
too many coats of varnish........Marlin grabbed a beer
white bandages.........and headed for his studio.
the holes that the woodpeckers made............ while my files lay unattended........ on the sidetable............................... brown grass on the hills... the holes in the cactus........ blood stains.............. under the bourgainvilla........ low flying planes............. the smell of the fresh asphalt................... a bear named Rupert............ the words that were written in the painting.... the endless aisles of Home Depot........ the smell of the leather couch........ I could almost feel his hands..................... hand carved napkin rings......................... sopapillas...................... so as to hide my hips........ mustard colored tiles............... the long walk into town.................. the sound that the lizards made..............

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