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22 June 2007. Morning sun. Animal hospital girl in white smock, brisk stride across north end of 7-eleven lot. White van with light-colored box askew on roof, aligned with bungee cords. Close at hand: shadow pattern of leaves on jumbly gray sidewalk, gentle motion. Floating flag form--the copy store logo--meandering on a darkened screen... Al-Andalus, this time via Paris. Bazille's studio, decor on the walls: rugs, daggers, brocade... She reaches into a purse just above her waist--everlasting gesture. Very foreign--and very French...
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