Their thundering hooves beating the ground in a rhythmic sequence.
Their pink, flared nostrils breathing in the fresh, lonely air.
Their excited spirits flying with their bodies across the open country.
Here comes all the pretty horses.
Monday, June 15, 2015
All the pretty horses
Their long, thick, unconfined manes flowing with the wind.
Their thundering hooves beating the ground in a rhythmic sequence.
Their pink, flared nostrils breathing in the fresh, lonely air.
Their excited spirits flying with their bodies across the open country.
Here comes all the pretty horses.
Their thundering hooves beating the ground in a rhythmic sequence.
Their pink, flared nostrils breathing in the fresh, lonely air.
Their excited spirits flying with their bodies across the open country.
Here comes all the pretty horses.
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