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Shadow-Wind

The wait seems

interminable. Yet

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everywhere there is an

exuberance in the air.

The horses stand tethered

tightly beneath the

cottonwood trees. In

the distance, angry dogs

bark. And the ducks

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on the pond squawk their

sentient song. Girls'

ponytails flap with the wind,

its shadows fall over them.