And when the fog’s over and the stars and the moon come out at night it’ll be a beautiful sight. “And when the fog’s over and the stars and the moon come out at night it’ll be a beautiful sight.” Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. |
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