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Page 25
The ground looks flat and stripped like a shaven beast . Tomorrow or the day
after , a flock of new buildings will spring up , each with a flagpole and a tall
antenna piercing the smooth skin of the sky . Far below , the steel gate of the jail
squeaks ...
The ground looks flat and stripped like a shaven beast . Tomorrow or the day
after , a flock of new buildings will spring up , each with a flagpole and a tall
antenna piercing the smooth skin of the sky . Far below , the steel gate of the jail
squeaks ...
Page 96
If you live in a warm country and sleep under a tree for a good part of your life , a
town will look odd whatever color your skin might be . The whites have packed
their cameras , but before they leave each of them pulls some feathers out of me .
If you live in a warm country and sleep under a tree for a good part of your life , a
town will look odd whatever color your skin might be . The whites have packed
their cameras , but before they leave each of them pulls some feathers out of me .
Page 98
A patch of skin on my back is already bald , and the drafts of cold wind freeze the
tender skin . If I was in Djabu I would fight back ; here , I would not even pick on a
jellyfish ! No coin has hit the bowl for a while . The gum leaf might not sound so ...
A patch of skin on my back is already bald , and the drafts of cold wind freeze the
tender skin . If I was in Djabu I would fight back ; here , I would not even pick on a
jellyfish ! No coin has hit the bowl for a while . The gum leaf might not sound so ...
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Bibliographic information
| Title | Babaru: Stories Illinois short fiction |
| Author | B. Wongar |
| Edition | illustrated |
| Publisher | University of Illinois Press, 1982 |
| ISBN | 0252009959, 9780252009952 |
| Length | 102 pages |
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