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The Second Husband
After what feels like two thousand years I find you under the permafrost. I dig and dig until your twelve frozen horses spring up in their red felt masks and ibex horns. You must have ridden each one to heaven
in your high headdress with its gold foil frieze of Celestial Mountains, your crest of winged snow leopards and antlered wolves with eagle tines. When you ask me to stay I know this is the afterlife.
Pascale Petit
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