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We faded and were lifted invisibly on the scented breath of that good God who had owned
us, and were taken away from there. To be born again as one spirit, in some other human form, man
or woman we did not know which. Nor would we remember. Nor did it matter.
This time, love would not destroy us. This time out, we would have luck.
The luck of silken mane and rainbow colors, platinum hoofs and spiral horn.
