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The Licorice Daughter: My Year with Ruffian by Lyn Lifshin |
 | | Ruffian was strikingly beautiful, more like his Black Stallion the writer Walter Farley said than any colt he=d seen, the image of The Black Beauty. |
 | | Ruffian was rare, perfect, spectacular, miraculous, bright and she is buried where no other horse has been buried, where she ran her first and last race at the infield at Belmont under the NYRA flag pole, her nose pointing, as it always did, toward the finish line. |
 | | She was the grizzly bear, the ballerina, the Ruffian. |
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