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The horns came riding in like the rainbow masts of silver ships.

Peter S. Beagle

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Peter S. Beagle
Age: 85
Born: 1939
Born: April 20
Author
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Manhattan borough
New York City
Peter Soyer Beagle
Silver
Ships
Came
Like
Masts
Horny
Horns
Rainbow
Riding

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