In about 1994, I was going through some pretty tough stuff in Salem. My beloved friend Mary G. "kidnapped" me in her car and we drove down a stretch of I-5 at night, towards Albany. Suddenly, she pointed. "Annie, LOOK!" So I did. And there was a purple neon horse in the middle of a field. As we drove, I was looking for more of them. They were
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