In a town of ghosts we met one that shone with beetleskin. His eyes covered us. They covered our swamps. >From lamb fat, a prism in the fiddleheads. At last, no lamb, no horsemen, but a town of ghosts-- their princes, their war-whoops, their many eyed thighs.
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