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Page 246 from Issue 97

You could have ruined them!" Father Velasco picked up the coin. He handed it to me. I looked ... through the coin my eye felt the heat of the metal. With my mind I took the picture of the truth, noth­ ... shoot, Lieutenant Galvan had taken off his sombrero. He put it on again, not using the chin strap, which ...
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Page 66 from Issue 59

Minneapolis, bouncing babies and charming old ladies. Kiss the whole world and make it better. In the corridor, ... brisk footsteps approached; coins jingled down the slot of the Coke machine. There was a ka-chunk as the ... periphery of his attention, irrelevant intrusions. Except that... Except that, of course, it wasn't ...
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Page 66 from Issue 78

doctors will be able to fix it as good as new. I can see that. I promise you that. You'll be ... about this. It's what we have to do. "You can't possibly get lost. ... tree you'll find the creek again. You may not be able to see it, but make yourself quiet and ...
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Page 241 from Issue 21

Page 241 from Issue 21 II Our bedroom darkens into light the trees outside their sap subsided ... are, a carcass curled in this same bed, your marred skin & eyes glazed pools un stirred by ...
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Page 84 from Issue 104

cold, but as soon as Frank has it all arranged and Eddie gets into his tree, which is the farthest one ... we'll have to be ready to back him up cause what if he misses? As cold as it is today, I can ... Page 84 from Issue 104 TRIQUARTERLY we're giants on this fragile ground. I can ...
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Page 274 from Issue 48

shadow of his broad-brimmed hat the eyes, set deep and wide in cavernous sockets, look out on the world ... alive, all the same, with a melancholy passion. The left eye is glass but the other-his shooting eye ... "Rare, medium, or well done?" "What was it?" "Part Airedale, maybe. ...
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Crossing the Whole Country

Helen Wickes
a skin-soft voice. Now the bad mood is lasting forever, the plane slamming the sky as if it, too, were a body. ... floaty, but you can’t count on them. Always trust your pilot, says the Air Force flier beside me, ... commuting to war, to this war, to this war he cheerfully enters, he who is a squirrel-eyed boy with ...
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Page 80 from Issue 118

Winter 2004
Page 80 from Issue 118 Kimiko Hahn Cyanopsitta Spixi i All the skins left of the cobalt-blue macaw ... evidence a death in captivity: its history usurped by farmers and trappers among the trees of inland ... species. In the wilds that can happen to the point of extinction­ I know myself. 80 Issue 118 page ...
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Page 15 from Issue 53

and Quara and Praeger and Pretty Boy. They were doing it so they could shoot. It only lasted about ... sap flowing from the wounds. Streaks of clouds stretched across the sky. It was a good darkness, ... flashing shots brought an unfamiliar kind of terror. He was sure they were all aimed at him, at his eyes ...
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Page 8 from Issue 18

Spring 1970
to, you can walk on a bit. Why don't you go through those trees-" He pointed to a stand of ... talk as much as princesses. I'm sure that's it, and my king"-she tugged at his sleeve to ... often a trying one (since he never restrained her), she had no standard by which to feel herself judged. ...

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