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A Second Language
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Rosen, George H.
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Birds
/ Bottles
/ Cactus
/ Caterpillars
/ Churches
/ Female-male relations
/ FICTION
/ Fingers
/ Mexican culture
/ Portrayals
/ Questing
/ Sidewalks
/ Stall
/ Sunlight
/ Tutoring
2009
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A Second Language
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Rosen, George H.
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Birds
/ Bottles
/ Cactus
/ Caterpillars
/ Churches
/ Female-male relations
/ FICTION
/ Fingers
/ Mexican culture
/ Portrayals
/ Questing
/ Sidewalks
/ Stall
/ Sunlight
/ Tutoring
2009
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A Second Language
2009
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The green-eyed woman considered this, then continued on her own track. \"Because sometimes their names for food are jokes. [...]here, without effort, in what had become second nature in only a few days, yet without losing the conscious and exotic pulse of ritual, he could mount the narrow concrete steps, sun-warmed even through the foliage, push through the vines that coated the side wall, and, reaching the top, cross the small, enshrubbed patio on the office roof - with its generous Mesoamerican view stretching even to the lopped-off hilltop where the Zapotees, themselves conscious of the grave pleasures of mounting steps, had built their pyramids - and let himself into his room. The small stalls were only half filled and, though it was meant to mimic a mountain village plaza, it had the smell of a suburban development - more plats than houses, more speculation than grass. [...]though, they didn't buy anything, not knowing where to put the plates, the bowls, the pots, or what to put in them.
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