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Here’s how we’ll break our standoff: You call the shots, [...]
I resist the urge to walk, tell myself: sit and [...]
In the mornings, barefoot they crouched, two and three together, [...]
From birth they run with instincts of wild ponies, free [...]
My father has never seen so many. They warm themselves [...]
Stone dark snow atop a distant peak strikes cold within. [...]
He sat with them on a blanket inhaling the moon [...]