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on the lichen side of the mountain- where the edge is taken off, absorbed into the oranges and yellows and greens and blues of my patterns: There!-I see an Indian woman breast-feeding her swaddling-child; and there!-a mystical buffalo, in marble of color-sort of an unfinished puzzle-I search for the missing piece in the shade of a tall saguaro…. By Joe DiMino who retains all rights. |