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She pauses in the uneasy melismas of desert wind.

“Copacetic, far ’s I know, why?”

so many bleak appoggiaturas for what was about to happen

Irish people are not known for silently davening, but March sits for a short while appearing to.

Their skins in the spill from this fluorescent indigo lighting register the same pallid hue, as if permanently stained from too much cathode radiation.