(Originally published August 20, 2007)
Outside Factory Theatre, beside the drink ticket tent.
Caucasian male, mid 20s, wearing green V-neck T-shirt, black vest, grey pinstriped pants, and black sneakers.
The White Bone, Barbara Gowdy (HarperFlamingoCanada)
About page 112:
Cracks in the earth plunge like gorges, masses of humpbacked insects range like buffalo. A wall of webbed tree trunks is either a bush or a tangled ball of shubbery. She passes termite mounds as enormous as mountains and then there is bare earth for a spell, each granule of dirt a distinct, shivering pebble. The ground dips and she glides over a honeycomb of mauve boulders at the end of which is a dawn of white sand.
The dream ends.
He glides the loop over each slide, blowing gently, cooling dust from the pads of their awesome, aching feet.
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