After spending a night 
among horses I remember the fresh 
smell of ammonia and 
melting snow, the green moon 
over the green snow's crust, a rat 
creaking in the hay room, how I shivered 
in my overalls and wool cap toward 
morning and how calmly the horses slept.                
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