water that had collected from recent storms sloshed around the bed of the pickup truck, curdling over the ribs; the potpourri foliage; the cities beneath the plane were a little boy's train set: the grassy hills as mossy pebbles; "daddy, my hand's as big as new york"; salmon clouds stretched across the sky like a touch of peach pastel smeared upon
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-Noah
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