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One of her favorites was of an old axe asleep on a desert floor. She told people the axe had the western lips of September. That it held the song of the ocean and the dreams of a scarecrow. Some thought she was mad to talk in such a way. Others believed h
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Megan Collier clutched the metal sill of her window, torn between fear and intrigue. Though not her first film expedition, it was her first trip to the African continent. Seasoned and well-paid, this crew had weathered precarious situations before. The dr
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okay fine, on the count of three
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The stunned son knelt to understand then fell, his heart shredded by the hollow point.
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This is the world of an urgent art,
the room silent, except for the constant
sound of the camera.
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