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Have you ever seen such contentment, such happiness? Raul must deserve it. Whatever he's taken, it's perfect: It has changed his eyes to seagulls; his hair is a single cloud; his nose, a coral reef; his mustache and mouth are ocean waves moving in to a white beach. Raul smiles, his eyes closed. Everything floats, rolls in silence. He knows there are mountains in the distance, separate from him, but doesn't look. No need to. Not when his head is sky, his mouth waves, the rest warm sand.

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