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8 May 2008. Gray May morning, evenly lit, one white gull dipping low over long mansard roof--a bonnet for commerce. Covering of gray-brown shingles, dissipated lines, lot of cars, nose in. Go figure...
Small bird on arked wreath, announcing the dawn. La madrugada. Fields of grasses, Laguna Alegre. Mil raíces--water birds from an entire continent, covering the lagoon. Places visited, forgotten, known again. Loping gait of the horses--una tropilla. Algo de potras, que no se comen... Potra y matungo... Lo matucho... Así dicen...
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