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151 The Mad Girl Watches Deer Crossing a slash of velvet thru river mist like a sign from the freezing water, their footprints a trail of crumbs birds eat, blur the edges. She flows thru apricot light east, her hair snagging in black pines. Air thins. Ice like glass their hooves etch. She falls thru wire. The crusts turn inky. She is some one reading a dream in another language, pauses, listens, plunges into fog where they slammed thru, their own breath dissolving ...

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