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Two hundred yards up the hill from Calle Salinas:

Corey had emptied five sacks of supplies before finding the one he needed.

Salvia, the oldest burro, stumbled and fell to his knees,
as they were crossing an area strewn with many broken bottles.

Two of the wounds needed immediate attention.

Corey knelt on his flannel lined denim jacket.
The large area of colored glass shards sparkled in the sun,
Amber and green mostly,
flashes of red, blue and purple, scattered throughout.

The traffic sounds from the bottom of the hill,
seemed only a few feet away.