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5 February 2010. Golden light in blue-green pool--morning's sun after evening rain.
A Russian man with Russian face, Victor Toporov, b. 1946, his full gray beard with moments of black, lank hair, heavy brows--like two winter runways in Chelyabinsk--a fortress town just east of the Urals, snow, snow, and more... The Trans-Siberian route--a mountain of gold and mass graves. "Tankograd" in Stalin's time--the arms works shifted east--S.M. Kirov Factory no. 185. This kind of detail, as if a glass, held close, could again reveal the trail of wolf, or fox, or winter crow...
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