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AUGUST 2006 • VOLUME 12 • © Copyright HORSES For LIFE™ Publications
Then god blew his breath into the equine. The wind creates his mane, whipped by the winds of the far flung mountains, across the plains and across the sandy deserts. He flares his nostrils and breathes in deeply the scents of the black damp earth. He lives for the moment to run, in joy, physically existing to stretch his muscles in play. His peace exists from knowing that he will always make of the elements. He finds continuation, a contact with the green forests, the waving plains, as well as the sandy deserts. Feels connections between life that we cannot even begin to see.
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