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105 Storm First of all the enveloping hot air, ungiving, with not a flicker of movement, a still thermal from which there is no relief. You are surrounded by hot air, buoyed up by hot air, weighed down by hot air. You inhale hot air, you swallow hot air, you feel hot air behind the ears, between the legs, between the toes, under the feet. Many hours later, a very slight stir, followed by the suggestion of a breeze. The thermal remains. Yet more hours later, a sudden tearing gust of wind, and the storm has arrived. Shadows The shadows lengthen as the days grow short The complacencies of daylight recede Dusk demands sharper edges Etchings and lines in pen and ink When at last night comes There are only darker and lighter blotches 106 Un-iconic Tree of Life, 1997. Illustration by Louise Ho. ...

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