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紅翠
紅玉 翠
He led the horse out past the fields and showed her the country the way she had shown him her relics — this is mine, this is where I am from, more or less. Hills folded into hills. A road went on to somewhere. For the first time since she fell out of her own world she was not looking back at it; she was looking out, at this one, and finding it wide and gold and not unkind. She thought she could be happy here. She let herself think it. She should not have.
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