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Hinterland
A Visceral Path
Sunday, January 24, 2010
She looked at me...
...and said, "there's a little emergency light that automatically switches on when the mountains go to sleep."
I said, "You have a nice immediacy."
She quietly looked at me. She didn't say another word for 33 years...
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