The Five-Thousand-Year-Old Heart I’ve Swallowed
The hooves, the hooves of horses came toward me. I stared at the ceiling bulb; I stared at the filament in the bulb, at the little hooves. No, I didn’t know that they had come clop-clopping into my eyes from an evening five-hundred—some five-thousand—years ago.…
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