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“The horse tosses its dark, pale-striped head and nibbles at the hem of the man’s coat in hope of a scrap of bread. The man gazes silently at the still street. Beneath his thick brows, his […]
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“The horse tosses its dark, pale-striped head and nibbles at the hem of the man’s coat in hope of a scrap of bread. The man gazes silently at the still street. Beneath his thick brows, his […]
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