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Apr 2015
The place where one spends afternoons counseling a beguiled village on the depravity of their daydreams, a slow porcelain horse is trapped in its own celebratory air on the moment of its leap, over a fountain whose waters drench the rider’s proud eyes, and view of the whole spectacle.
Matthew Goff
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Matthew Goff
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   --- and Rapunzoll
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