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16.8.10
in the early hours of a morning: a pack of coyotes howling at the sky burnt by falling stars, liken to the sound of banshees in a far off mesquite grove.
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bakelite cameras, cactus spines, tarnished sequins, mermaid manners, turkish coffees, lichens n' mossy bark, skeleton bone dance.
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