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Ghost mare running...sky fields dreaming...skull rock foundation...shifting portends...morning turning to midday...still the night wind chill...in shivering ache...begs the sun...a path to spill through... |
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Ghost mare running...sky fields dreaming...skull rock foundation...shifting portends...morning turning to midday...still the night wind chill...in shivering ache...begs the sun...a path to spill through... |
