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> The changing rock colors began in Oklahoma and then went into hiding through Amarillo, Texas. The reds came shouting back once the New Mexico crossing tore passed places like Ofelia's Cafe and Root 66 for RV's. The Red Rock park and comodified American Indian blankets, jewelry, teepees, and casinos bled onto the billboards as I raced the trains out of New Mexico on the left and then into Arizona on the right. Although the sky threatened rain the winds and 111 degree heat kept pushing it away.
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