Human landscapes in SW Florida

[Werner Presber]

Human landscapes in SW Florida

„She drove into San Narciso on a Sunday, in a rented Impala. Nothing  
was happening. She looked down a slope, needing to squint for the  
sunlight, onto a vast sprawl of houses which had grown up all  
together, like a well-tended crop, from the dull brown earth; and she  
thought of the time she'd opened a transistor radio to replace a  
battery and seen her first printed circuit.“

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