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A horse appeared to me. It was a horse I had known from some long ago time. Who knows what that long ago was, but the horse was very present, and I could smell the horse, and the horse was very familiar. It seemed to be someone I knew from long ago, and so I felt I knew the horse well. I was very happy to see it, so happy that tears ran down my cheeks.
Joy Harjo
Kalliope: A Journal of Women’s Art
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