When I was a boy of sixteen, I had a dream by the fire of a chamusco; it was the beginning of the night, and I had just finished burning prickly pear for the cows.

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I built the fire big again to have enough good light as I wanted to sketch the cows around it while eating the pear, then I walked off a ways, sat by a tree, and started to draw. – Ricardo Moreno Beasley