9 September 2008. Gray from Albany to Port Costa, rolling banks of cloud edge in over the bay, sweeping low over the hills...
The purpose of description. Two figures on horseback, from the north--Salta or Jujuy. White horse chests, prancing. Wing shapes of leather to either side--as in the time of Güemes--cuero de vaca, por el monte--vela mayor, de un barco viejo--trinquete, velacho, juanete de proa. Seas of land. All but that other guy, who somehow just won't go away--a bystander on a dusty streetfront, next to Mary's despensa, alongside the dented pickup truck of heavy build, the narrow elm with missing limbs...
Age of imagination--boundlessness, huellas sin fin...
Autumn...
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