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“A Spanish galleon shipwrecked,” legends say;
“Its ponies struggled ashore to live wild.” Coarse saltmarsh cordgrass served as oat, or hay; farmland of beach; corralled by ocean fence, sipping salty bay nightcap, feral hence… Virginia’s Assateague horses mild gallop against sunset as recompense for shipwrecked galleon’s lost captain and child.
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