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El Matador Lucida
Thursday, September 30, 2010
sketches beneath sketches in a larger pile of more
years before, he took me to a tree somewhere away from here;
when we returned, somewhere closer to now,
he told me that this tree is a tree.
i may never know exactly what he means
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