Tomato slices lay over a substantial row of carrots.
looking out at the desert........................ In the kitchen, Owen, smirking like Cardinel Richelieu (in the movie),
smooth pieces of sculpture........................... watched while I shredded the lettuce for the salad.
woodpeckers...................... the sound of water......... cold pineapple juice................................ cold water.................... brown grass on the hills... a flowered dress.............. a glass of beer................. the red mountains............................... low flying planes............. the smell of green grass.... warm stones by the river......................... a red front door................ under the eves of the porch........................ a beehive fireplace............................ the smell of the leather couch.................... burning, burning, burning....................... I could almost feel his hands..................... but there was no warm milk.......... hand carved napkin rings......................... sopapillas...................... mustard colored tiles............... the sound that the lizards made.............. our marguaritas..............................

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