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“The first sign came from the west, a thin trail of smoke against the deep blue of the sky. The wind carried the smell of burning, draped it on my hair and across my...
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“The first sign came from the west, a thin trail of smoke against the deep blue of the sky. The wind carried the smell of burning, draped it on my hair and across my...
“One of these days,” he said, “I’m going to clear out some of this junk.” He glanced around the barn as if seeing it through my eyes. “All except that saddle. Belonged to my...
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Don’t Look Up (1:3:40 – 1:7) The first thing that I noticed when re-watching this scene, was how disjointed everything was. There were several locations and people shown in short segments. The video switches...
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