haughty look to the horizon fog. Dig into the waves of the river sad. It opalescent arbola castanets. Pose your figure, go into the light. Horse sun and crimson feathers cedar dealings with the trot, poppy body arabesques of assuaging verdemontaña. Ebony music vibrates in their helmets to chess this afternoon at parties passing brown, russet galloping horse on the generous amounts in the secret silence of the mare in love.
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