• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 06
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Improbability

The improbability means you say nothing.
It often happens that way.
You’ve seen a ghost, the back end of a stag,
As you drive through the night.

Who is chasing you?
Red coats or poachers?
The same men, different sides of the law.

You remember a story; of a deer offered refuge
By a scorned witch; they supped together before dawn.
Who will shelter you?

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