A drifter brushed dust from his chaps and
squinted at the line of Mexican tile over the cantina door. “This’ll
do.” He strode through the doorway as
an antique piano played. He noticed photos of Pat Garrett and
Billy. “Damn you, Billy.” The drifter left, thirst unquenched.
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| This writing no way implies that Mr. Eastwood did such in any movie. |
From
Delores:
Crystal
was dreaming of
a place where her skills would be valued. Cloaked
in white, she glided down a narrow trail
in to a misty world of wishful
thinking.
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| This photo comes Dawn at See*Photo*Write |
