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10 October 2008. Dark red car in black of night, slowing briefly to launch a NY Times, all wrapped in blue... Our latest curves, down, down, down...
Vachel Lindsay, where is he when we need him--positioned at the back of the last Pullman car, eyes steady on the plains... The flower-fed buffalo of spring...
O los pagos de Chasquivil, al norte del Tucumán...
Viene clareando...
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