The horses, each a subtle chestnut dapple with mane and tails of old scroll ink, galloped so playfully that day.
The horses as an equine family, foals close to their mother's flank, soaked in the sunny rays and ate amid the fragrant flowers.
The soul of the horses was woven into the soul of the land as their hooves met the ground of the valley grove.
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