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for Anamaría Pinedo and Mónica Browne
I have spent a lifetime walking along the surf primed for any new message.
From the winter beach—there’s none better—I’ve seen shadows surge forth from the sea and constructions that I can’t stop describing but which, of course, the port chronicles and regional TV don’t register or have any idea what I’m talking about.
Across from the Estación Francia the Port Authority maintains a wall of steel containers behind which twilight sinks without being seen.