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19 December 2008. Rain water on porch, dark red in wavery amber light. Ying's face this morning, smile plus doubt. A river traveller's farewell...
Dance, foot turned back to steady the hip. La Argentinita. Encarnación López Julvez, de España, arms pulled high over her dark hair, a white flower tucked in behind, solid frame arched to the compás. Which is all.
White smoke over wet roof, drifts against gray sky...
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