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He inhabited a gray winter fog on a distant elk mountain where hunters are lost indefinitely and their own bones mark the boundaries.
The word he chose to express “fragile” was filled with the intricacies of a continuing process, and with a strength inherent in spider webs woven across paths through sand hills where early in the morning the sun becomes entangled in each filament of web.
she was an old cantina dancer with eyes like a cat.
The sky was the early morning color of autumn: Jemez turquoise, edged with thin quartz clouds.
