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"He followed the Rio Grande past Albuquerque and El Paso through the Big Bend, through Laredo to Brownsville."

"…and I ran back to my freight train which had another fifteen minutes to wait in the now warm sunny scene. But it was late afternoon and bound to get cold soon… to the border at El Paso."

"Three hundred and sixty days out of the year we get bright sunshine here in El Paso and my wife just bought a clothes dryer!"

"…to the ends of it, El Paso, arriving at midnight, by now I being so exhausted all I wanted to do was sleep."

"It was written in El Paso the day following my return to my hometown in Texas after an eternity in New Orleans."

"But it should begin in El Paso, that journey through the cities of night. Should begin in El Paso, in Texas. And it begins in the Wind."

"From El Paso, I had gone to Evanston outside Chicago—a serene green campus city—where I saw a friend I had met in El Paso when he was in the army."

"I purposely didnt answer, trying to forget El Paso."

"… whose effects I had felt even in El Paso—the motive which had sent me away from that girl who had climbed Cristo Rey, long ago, with me."

"In a few days, by the beginning of autumn, I was back in El Paso. As I opened the door of my mother’s house, I saw her standing there waiting for me."

"From El Paso—knowing that my journey had somehow just begun—I had returned to New York."

"as I had lain looking into the El Paso sky when I was a kid, when I had climbed that range of mountains called Cristo Rey, to get closer to that Sky..."

"Longingly, I remember the mountain I had climbed as a boy: the statue of Christ under that most beautiful sky in the world.... And then I would see El Paso racked by the savage wind."

"I’ll remember the processions in El Paso when the people marched chanting to the top of the mountain where the statue of Christ looked down, pityingly, arms outstretched"