24 February 2011. Gray slanting rain, as predicted. A woman's voice...
Too many associations. But can that ever be? Loss of a neighbor, Hal--his one-time trap set, hidden away behind upstairs screen--sounds of dance bands from long ago. On the road, Evanston, Granite City, Champaign... Indian chiefs and fox trots, a warm smile... The need to speak...
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Peludero, where we began. A small creature with hard shell--mammalian, a tiny nurser when young, evolving into this desert brute. Marsupial--the southern line. Tierra del Fuego and above...
The Antipodes...
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