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The horses, each a subtle chestnut dapple with mane and tails of old scroll ink, galloped so playfully that day.

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Horses flew freely on that landscape as if there were more flock than herd.

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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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The horses as an equine family, foals close to their mother's flank, soaked in the sunny rays and ate amid the fragrant flowers.