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Dust Devil

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As my nostrils take in the pleasing fragrance of creosote my eyes lock with a migrant worker's while the life giving monsoon rains pour down of my solar panels and beat a tattoo on our respective cap brims. A coatimundi, wise beyond his ears, smiles and lumbers off. We're all just creatures enjoying the revitalization of downtown.

—Garth Gould

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