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THE SHAPES OF ILLUSION
Every day, as always, Senor Johnson rode abroad over the land. His surroundings had before been accepted casually as a more or less pertinent setting of action and condition. Now he sensed some of the fascination of the Arizona desert.
He noticed many things before unnoticed. As he jingled loosely along on his cow-horse