The vain hunter by Ana Diaz

Impetuous, wonderfully alone, smiling and proud he rides the dunes, passing them swiftly, sitting upright between the horns that, on each side of him, end in an upward spiral. The bike, Goldie, is a 1956 6T Thunderbird of the most gleaming gilt. The horns were affixed by some greasy swindler in Milwaukee, and he didn’t...

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