Walking behind him over the miles, over the landscapes, Elan would look out into a vast and strange horizon; the wide scope, stretched-out and stamped into her retinas like a ghostly picture....
like a picture it would forever lay indelibly in her mind; preserved within the recesses; past, present .... to glimpse from out of the soot—
~such as this hopeless anomie that is now, that is this~
He would take her with him during those weeks he did the trading and they would alter going on foot if they traded the horses
she longed more and more to know his thoughts
to know his mind to what lay behind those sparks of brilliance to that den inside
carrying the heavy bags on their backs, the motion of the swing of her hips in step with her foot as it would land on the earth when she walked with the weight of the sack she carried on her back ....
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