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    A mare was in heat and would pace along the fence line for hours wearing down the ground with her impatience, searching for a stallion that was not there for miles. Despite the owner assuring her there was no stallion around, the mare would continue sniffing the air and checking the wind for any sign, her underbelly darkening as she remained in heat.

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    A mare was in heat and would pace along the fence line for hours wearing down the ground with her impatience, searching for a stallion that was not there for miles. Despite the owner assuring her there was no stallion around, the mare would continue sniffing the air and checking the wind for any sign, her underbelly darkening as she remained in heat.

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    A mare was in heat and would pace along the fence line for hours wearing down the ground with her impatience, searching for a stallion that was not there for miles. Despite the owner assuring her there was no stallion around, the mare would continue sniffing the air and checking the wind for any sign, her underbelly darkening as she remained in heat.

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    Heat

    BY JANE H IR SH FIE LD

    My mare, when she was in heat,


    would travel the fenceline for hours,
    wearing the impatience
    in her feet into the ground.

    Not a stallion for miles, I’d assure her,


    give it up.

    She’d widen her nostrils,


    sieve the wind for news, be moving again,
    her underbelly darkening...

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