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19.12.2015 | Karotte
Consider the horse. Something in you needs to run — you want to flee along waist-deep grasses until you reach the river, but you’ll never make it far enough alone. The first step is to find your soul-mate, one with drumming hooves. You have to look it in the eye; you must forge a bond.
Some of us never make it any further than this. We’re taken in by window-light dancing on that broad brow; we savor the solemn crunch, the whiskered breath against the heels of our hands. The cold settles in and we lean against that solid, mythic weight in the barn, dreaming of hidden wings and of the river’s edge slowly crumpling into ice. We stand together in the growing dark, two species interwoven, and we breathe. Meanwhile, the earth drifts into sleep. The snow comes softly.
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