Fiction | March 01, 2000

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If I was a painter this is how I would paint the Napa Valley: not like those gallery scenes of mustard in bloom or harvest-ripe fruit, but this ghostly silver secret landscape, the vines dormant and white with frost, the moon full, jackrabits scattering across the roadway before me like mercury beads.

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