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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 6 "Now," she seems to ask of a stout plover on a post, drowsing like an owl, "where can I buy a crepe pan?" •*• •*• -J. Sergeant Fish Motel, unit one, emp-ty, Dorian spoke, startling himself, as if the message had come across the Carribean from a zombie. The house lizard had run to where the wasps were making a papery home and Dory saw that they'd kill him; he had moved to cradle the lizard, and he took the stings. Northwest out the window were those flashes that the tourists were calling heat lightning. The bee-venom ran in him, and he moved farther under the spell of the girl of the red month. Drive southwest. The background is like a cartoon background, linear, a computer could do it, terra alba, terra-cotta, sea eagle, terra-cotta. Out in the sea-lanes, an oceanic liner goes hull down February and her company wait at a marina for the night dive. Overboard. Brininess. Sea fan. Sea spider. Skate rav. a dark rhomboid. |