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Pink Lightning
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30 Pink Lightning — for Borislav Driving straight toward the nerve of it, our fear and delight climb to the tops of our eyebrows, then across the desert in waves of knotweeds. It’s jumpy at the root, thrill of a saber-tooth tiger’s tooth —flash charge, whip of a six ton lizard’s prodigious tail. While a coyote runs alongside the wash sky becomes more your smile, trace of the faraway Thracian meeting the fields at dawn. Above a baked clay barn, this pink. ...