30 December 2009. Foggy streets, up and down. Yellow disk of sun, veiled in gray...
Reading Shumway--his last word. Sarmiento, Rivadavia, Mariano Moreno--the heroes unravelled--brought low. An imagined communality--and yet another Yankee pronunciamiento. How things should be: José Artigas, Bartolomé Hidalgo. Thanks, Nick, but check it out--our Paris of the South, where a figure in heavy coat, standing at the narrow counter of Café Brasil, tips back a small sweet black espresso...
Bartolomé Mitre, winter light...
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