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Sep 2017
Running down. Chasing
Words forgotten. Never fleeing.

The earth breathing
Eyes seeing. Not looking.
Hearing your wonder. Feeling your awe.
I am the wind, the echo of my iron-shod hooves raw and unceasing.
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A Shuli
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A Shuli  26/M/The Land of the Pine
(26/M/The Land of the Pine)   
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