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NOVEMBER 2006 • VOLUME 15 • © HORSES For LIFE™ Magazine
They speak in whispers. So often they are not heard. They speak in whispers. Whispers that touch sometimes so lightly upon our consciousness they remind us of the passing breeze of the fluttering wings of a bird. It is there for us to notice one moment and gone the next. Who notices the stirs of a passing breeze? They are so much bigger, ten times the size. They are so much stronger, which we have relied upon through our own climb to civilization. They have been our beasts of burden. Beast of Burden. Such an interesting phrase. Even here our words show that we see this truth. Who should they be to take up our burdens?
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