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‘—acacias—barrel cacti—anachuita—unpredictable cycles—desire is a cruel master. People—in languages he half hears & half understands. If you looked into the distance, you could see the order that cotton had imposed on the plains—you could feel the eyes of the cotton on your back—Gossypium hirsutum—the Mexican cotton plant. Here—on the very frontier of all things, were those who had nothing, except faith—persistence—’