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11 January 2010. Winter sun, both grackle and crow--their imposing hop. Gathering tidbits off tabletop, in children's lot--a child's dream--or ghost, both present and not...
As with Sebald--his photographs, Austerlitz and Vertigo--also gathered, years before. Stories follow--okra, beet and kale--a European host...
Farther to the east, on Odessa's shore. The ages of man, Soviet-style--that big-chested walk, all above the waist. And a towhead boy, alone on the sand...
Chernomorskaya dal'... Black-Sea distance...
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