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Only practice, the dark man in a straw hat
claims when Consuelo comes in -- but the air's
quick with friction and calloused hands
on hemp. Brisk trade of
men's voices:
Lucky break.
Know how to make these loops meet?
A limber wrist, I think, might save
a small girl from a snowbank.
Of the six, only one dressed
like he just left
the mountain.
Consuelo touches his curled beard. It's him
who's woven her name into a steady blue length.
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