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· Breaking the Line
A of frost along the blade churns the black clouds; feeling the cold, scented tear-tracks touch crimson lips. Raging horses throw themselves forward and smash the wings of the line; at daybreak, the bell's talk under the eaves—who hears it now, and in whose stead?
Glosses—
Scented tear-tracks: tear-stains carrying traces of fragrant powder;
Wings of the line: the two flanks of an ancient battle formation;
At daybreak: when the sky grows light;
The bell's talk: the sound of the bell hung under the eaves.
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