Salvador
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48 the minnesota review James Sallis Salvador The cry opens windows onto the plaza, mounting. All it does not understand goes into the cry and returns simpler, purer, purged. The cry looks down on a man and his child in the twilight. The child's face is bone. The man's hunger. ...
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