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19 Although You Can Take It— nothing about the picture suggests it belonged to anyone, the tincture of a polite puddle has long been blind, and Orpheus perpetually hides his vivid purse, a Coke in hand. Casually, he sings a verse to León plums. Even the circus of unclean fruit is out of focus— a blushing trampoline below. True, it’s just a snapshot pilfered from a dumpster/feedlot for mice. And Orpheus, a vendor who doesn’t own the dust on his pears. Welcome to San Juan, Sir. Pay in quetzals if you can. ...

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