I want to live where there are horses.
To wake with the smell of hay and shit
and walk out into a damp morning
before the air becomes heavy
with the noise and business of life.
The sounds of horses comfort me
neighs and whinnies
stomp of a foot in moist earth.
To wake with the smell of hay and shit
and walk out into a damp morning
before the air becomes heavy
with the noise and business of life.
The sounds of horses comfort me
neighs and whinnies
stomp of a foot in moist earth.
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