Horse Face (audio only)
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Naked carp swim upstream and spawn in fresh water,
then fry return to this 3,260-meter-high saline lake—
we stroll past black sheep chained by their necks;
later, our Yi host invites us to join him at a low table:
2025
—Just after you sign and envision building homes on this tract you smell me in the dark
know that I move through this terrain at night though you only think of building
and selling even now you believe you can borrow my spirit by wearing a mask of my
face on your face look at me delve into your fears is your deepest fear to be hacked
2021