The re-wilded horses became the greatest art upon the landscape, as if each morning heavens brush created them anew.
The horse at gallop has such explosive energy that it resonates with the happiest version of me.
Tucked beneath the woollen grey sky, there is a sweet warmth to the horse. He is at home here upon the heathered moor.
The horse speaks of her emotions with every mirco-movement she makes. And as I read her, she reads me, and in this sense of one another our everlasting bond is made.
The horse in gentle pensive mood, upon feeling sunshine and the halter gone, feels the frisson of joy that freedom bestows.
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