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30 October 2007. Gray wall-to-wall sky. Packed in and looming. Weak-tea warmth of 7-eleven sign--a dingy yellow lucite bubble with grayed-off striations (missing bulbs). Driver in dark shorts and red hat, loading dolly. A million gallons of Coca-Cola--nine million cooling units world-wide--run 'em on CO2 (even GreenPeace agrees). Beeping back-up lights and a lumbering arc as he pulls out...
Ron Rael. At the ends of the known world--four hundred years in what's now Colorado. An architecture of earth. "Until my generation we never lived in anything else."
"To see god..."