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Fleet Landing lndio he said fingering the cheap weave of my jacket. I om ofroid my friend he said at 7 oclock in the evening to me and the other Navy lieutenants who shouldnt have been trading for illegal ivory in Kenya that night thot your jocket and it was getting darker now and there were sailors there too and forests of eyes were watching us and natives were murmuringlndio lndio and the hills were murmuring lndio lndio and the continenc was murmuring and below the continent his hands and between his skies the lines. diagonal and charcoal of my lucky jacket plaid and certainly the jacket of a liar and not worth a carved rhinocerous of this quality or so he maintained pulling his eyes up to meet my camera trying to smile while I snapped his perfect British ancestors his blasted ebony soul into the aperture trapped his spirit in a silver box he started running away before he tried to kill me but thats another story at least I think it was 7 oclock in the evening in Kenya that night and I swear the storms that followed while all the sailors were running were as beautiful as uranium.