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Sport 20: Autumn 1998

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He is in the desert, rolling up the sleeves of rough-fabric shirt to spin the propeller of a plane that is covered in dust. She is there, disguised as a camel or nurse, creeping up to write ‘clean me’ on the powdered wing. Somewhere, brass ornaments are being purchased, detailed trays for bearing tiny glasses of coffee, and hash boxes with ill-fitting lids.