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if i could only free the giant "two story" elephant. his name, "big bingo", biggest brute that breathes. i would send him home to india. this is a tough business. manure, shoveling, wind blowing sand in my eyes, staticy hair, it gets cold in the desert at night. no clouds to call blankets. at least there are these evenings inside by the woodstove, watching Bonanza (pernell roberts is hot). all is well, i'm not complaining.