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Robert Beveridge
Robert Beveridge
Where Did You Get Something Like That?
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It is time for the carob harvest and so we put on the red shirts and get ready to climb. Below, the cooks prepare the phyllo dough, the nuts, the Argentinian beef, even if it hasn’t yet arrived from Argentina. The fruit sellers have donated their finest wares, tables strewn with lemons and olives. Bowls of tripe soup for sustenance, courage. Girded, we ascend, reach for the crescents that define us.
