a notebook that i began one summer in ysleta, tejas, ept. it continues east, following the course of el río grande~bravo to El Valle and into the gulf of méxico...
When I was a kid, I'd look at the new fields with awe. As my mother would drive by them, the lines of dirt became blades of a fan.
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When I was a kid, I'd look at the new fields with awe. As my mother would drive by them, the lines of dirt became blades of a fan.
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