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there were to both outward patterns a hieroglyphic
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sense of concealed meaning, of an intent to communicate.
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There had seemed no limit to what the printed circuit
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could have told her if she had tried to find out.
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So, in her first minute of San Narciso, a revelation also
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trembled just past the threshold of her understanding.
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Smog hung all around the horizon.
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The sun on the bright, beige countryside was painful.
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She and the Chevy seemed parked
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at the center of an odd religious instant,
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as if on some other frequency,
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or out of the eye of some whirlwind rotating too slow for her heated