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looking out at the desert........................
Marlin's work was in steady demand -- smooth pieces of sculpture........................... continually collected for all the wrong reasons. white bandages....................From the moment I saw it, I was well aware that very few ideas woodpeckers...................... the sound of water.........lurked beneath its deceptive accessibility, burning, burning, burning................................ but at the time cold water....................it had made no difference. brown grass on the hills... the holes in the cactus.............. striking yellow flowers................. the red mountains........................ low flying planes............. hot asphalt road to nowhere 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.................... like an animal that hadn't eaten....................... 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.............. come on across to the Internet..............................
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