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The
jagged
mountains
were
pure
blue
in
the
dawn
and
everywhere
birds
twittered
and
the
sun
when
it
rose
caught
the
moon
in
the
west
so
that
they
lay
opposed
to
each
other
across
the
earth,
the
sun
whitehot
and
the
moon
a
pale
replica,
as
if
they
were
the
ends
of
a
common
bore
beyond
whose
terminals
burned
worlds
past
all
reckoning.
As
the
riders
came
up
through
the
mesquite
and
pyracantha
single
file
in
a
light
clank
of
arms
and
chink
of
bitrings
the
sun
climbed
and
the
moon
set
and
the
horses
and
the
dewsoaked
mules
commenced
to
steam
in
flesh
and
in
shadow.
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