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Prairie Fire - - TABLE OF CONTENTS - NOLAN NATASHA PIKE

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Just when you think you know the colour of the sky, you see the way it talks

to the moun­tain and now there are more shades of grey and blue in the wind­shield than stones

in the sea. And you re­al­ize you know noth­ing and that know­ing is noth­ing,

that nam­ing the colours is good craft, but fu­tile be­cause you can’t even say

what you feel. And you can touch the gear shift, but not her leg, so you look at the colours,

say Wow! Look at that! Isn’t that some­thing else? And she tries to name the colours too

and does much bet­ter than you. But be­cause you aren’t lis­ten­ing as hard as you are breath­ing

you won’t re­mem­ber what she said, but you will still see the colours and you will still feel

your hand that is not on her leg.

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