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Feb 2012
I miss cow grass
The kind they can actually chew on when hungry
The kind you can dig your feet in and feel
Relief.

I miss horse clouds
The steamy breath as they pull their people through the snow
The kind that smells like hay and feels
Warm.

I miss home
Not a house or a place
But a people I don’t know
Anymore.
Austine
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