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Pamplona The bull charges at Kevin and flips him into the boiling air. The photograph shows an ordinary expression: focused but not anguished. In his black canvas shoes, he floats–as if he is bending...
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Calypso She wore a blue silk dress cut on the bias, falling from her shoulders. When she wiped her eyes with the back of her hands, he offered his handkerchief. She slapped it away. The sun had set on...
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