Their colour was honey, amber, fire.
(Pablo Neruda, Horses)
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Thursday, 16 February 2012
The air white like wet bread...
...Their rumps were worlds and oranges.
Their colour was honey, amber, fire.
(Pablo Neruda, Horses)
Their colour was honey, amber, fire.
(Pablo Neruda, Horses)
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