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20 August 2009. Gray doves at dawn, and before, first instance of light. Flickering speckles on windshield. Jin: "Is it raining?"
Questions and ponderings--middle-of-the-night kinds of questions--spaces and times--unanswerable there in the dark...
The family in Tucumán, Chugo's daughters, and Deborah, their mother. The d'Onofrio girls, waiting with patient anticipation in a plain but gemütlich pizza joint, each a little tired from their long hours in the small white car. Vagabonds--no, explorers rather--with dad in the lead, standing now, smiling, his arms spread wide, before yet another vast and arid landscape of the quebrada...
Here, in the foreground--the matted lambswool collar of Chugo's coat, draped carefully over the back of a chair...
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