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She pulls the black

heavy cloak over her head

and steps behind a

brick corner, to hide from the

dust.  She wanted a new place

to go after she won all

that money, but the dirt

in the air is ever so

brown, covering the tilted sun

and swarming over

the tipsy village until

there is a taste in her mouth

not unlike the taste of her

hair shading.

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