It was a very bright morning, and the sun fought to keep us warm  while our feet sank in the snow. The only noise to be heard was our steps breaking the icy soil, and, far in the distance, the whining of the horses. We could feel almost free while we approached them, calling us like a mantra…

And then, the fence was there, the fence that separated us from the horses, the fence that separated them from freedom. We looked at them and they looked at us, wouldn’t it be nice? To jump that fence and just run together endlessly? It would indeed, but now it’s time for us to go back. It was nice meeting you, hopefully we will cross our paths again, here or there.





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