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His Time To Go

He stands tall and silent in his feathers and
his beads and looks across the prairie that
was once home to mighty steeds; across a land
that once was bountiful, now laid waste by
man kind's deeds. He turns his head to listen
as the wind wails soft and low and hears the
sound of distant drums and the ring of
ghostly hoof beats as they race across the
frozen snow.

He turns again to gaze across the tattered
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