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| A horse runs in a corral; small clouds of dust rise behind him. This is exactly how the scene became memory except for the slight inconvenience of an ill-placed utility pole, easily elided. |
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| Faint shadows of overhead lines tie raised legs into a knot, slip into the ground. |
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| Dead grass and green vapor pale into white. Hills and sky mean nothing. |
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| For a moment, the artist holds gallop —round and heavy, hard as an apple— in the palm of her hand. |
*Jon Teet's photograph of his horse, Hotspur's Fury, is used without the slightest hint of permission.
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