Menhir man
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Praise to god left tangled in the trees above me by the whisper of a breeze choking in the maples. It deposits in the branches the distant hymns of a pentecostal choir at practice. With the light failing I watch the bats hunt, whipping through the air in crabby whirls. The brown-bellied squeakers stay close to […]
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A day in Geneva
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The Ecuadorians are going on holidays. He is a short and compact man with a low giggle that curls up into a sigh and a face well cultivated for his broad moustache. She is leathery and alert, with a pair of glittering white runners. They are happy to be on their way to the Canaries […]
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