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0085 The Winged Horse [10 September 1997]

A rustle of feathers, Two ivory wings. A flash of silver, A spiraled horn. A fine, delicate head, Like a porcelain sculpture. Hair long and silky, Opalescent. Who is this creature? Surely a myth, With silver hooves, And sparkling sapphire … Continue reading

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