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                                    by Linda Gregerson
  Dark still. Twelve degrees below freezing. Tremor1 along the elegant, injured right front leg of the gelding on the cross-ties. Kneeling girl. The undersong of waters as she bathes the leg in yet more cold. [tongue is broken] [god to me] Her hair the color of winter wheat 点击  收听单词发音  
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