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when the fawn drifts into the

open field, a cascade of

gatorade sheds down from

the sky.  it covers the deer in electric blue,

soft hands covers the fur, soft love

strokes the cheeks of

the desert.  a woman in

camouflage stands beside what is

sacred, steps into it, lifts the cooler

of holy water abover her head.

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