My toes make ten marks in the ground. The earth is soft and warm and Powdered red, so mineral so much, It makes eyeshadow with the lifting wind. Cactus beer is brewed, The Zuni priest drinks first, Achieves visions of a strawberry order, Magnificent flowering fruit and gentle stems, Otherworldly genus Fragaria. There are no …

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