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Stall Through memory and actual mud, the woman approaches a deep red barn where animals stand for anything—for years, for food, for good. The woman is looking forward to the day when everything is clear. She thinks she's due for sunlight, freedom from all kinds of kin, but then a moan from a downwind stall reminds her of the man who had his way with the dark in her. 136 ...

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