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But lo, reptiles scurry into the shrubbery, packs cower, flocks take flight as the earth rolls in agitation, cracks open, spewing sulfur, while Pan, habitually late, shamelessly struts by, his trilateral tail bobbing below his oily and mangy cloak. Cloven hoof prints in La Brea tar steam in the twilight. Tears run as the nauseated purge loudly into alcoves. Teamsters smoke up the loading dock as a demimonde entourage looks for contraband in the debris: slaves stoop, 
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rag-picking piles of Galician veils, Iberian pony- tail falls, shawls from Gaul, locks of golden fleece from Thrace, miniature brushes auxiliary and particular, soiled pages of Kabbala literature liberally punctuated with Wasabi sauce. Soldiers spear cell phones, winged sandals, trident back scratchers, sacrificed carcasses, cruces of timber. Most valued are black-market Carthaginian cakes of wax for surfboards, sirens, harpies. Globally, the minions perch before the glowing Delphic screens like insatiable nestlings. For the gods speak only slowly,  |
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