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  Where the track narrows and overhanging trees makes it spooky
I usually hesitate, there is here a profound melancholy on seen
in the eyes of reformed drunks. I hear a rider coming up behind
me I give way, on a white stallion, sits a thin woman, she looks
straight ahead and sees me not. Thorns from trees have scared
her face, blood drips like rose petals on her blouse. In the soft
underground I see no hooves mark. Legend has it an Englishwoman
had tried to cross the river a day when it was deep, horse and
human was never seen again. I know where they are, the stallion
is the whit crested wave that slam on to sandy shore and tried to
get a hoof hold, solid enough for the dolphin nearby to ride it.
If they succeed they will be able to ride east where dawn begins.
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