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When Sandy gallop, she gallop, gallop. 16 times, 17, 18. Not round. It's not round. Oval. And she fly. 19. 20. Off around, around the oval. Hair flying, head and tail and the mane with her. Like river's river, blended into sawdust and dirt of the place, the place specific. Makes an air of dust and dirt, and the crowd cheer. Awe. Cheer. Groan. Gasp. Cheer. Cheer again. Breathe in that dirt, dust and sawdust and become one with that place. With the earth of it, before death, before ever, before the one last time. All because she rides and rides on the horse's back with somersaults. |
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