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by Linda Gregerson

    Dark still. Twelve degrees below freezing.

    Tremor 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

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