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About Palermo

Now, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Turin Horse* – Béla Tarr’s slow as molasses masterpiece. Ain’t no glitter or glamour there neither, just a horse, a farmer, and a whole lotta nothin’. Kinda like “Whore,” it’s got that heavy feel, ya know? Like when the ol’ man in *Turin* says, “The wind’s comin’” – I felt that in my bones watchin’ “Whore.” That puppet gal, she’s stuck, wind blowin’ her life to bits, no way out. Made me madder’n a wet hen – why’s she gotta suffer like that? Animation ain’t s’posed to be this gloomy, right?

Grammar and declension of calcinate

Then, boom! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m in the dark, scissors in hand, and I’m thinkin’, “This is how horror movies start.” But then I hear the kids outside still playin’. They’re yellin’ and laughin’, and I’m like, “Man, they don’t care about no power outage.”

Fig. 7 Effect of calcination time on the crystallinity and crystallite...