Following the well-worn paths of the horses, I am led to a freshwater pond near the West Light.  Floating in gossamer tissue are the bones of a seal.  The horses graze serenely in the distance, the breeze blows the grasses.  (details of 'Seal Bones/Sable Horses)

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