“When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes. ”
― William Shakespeare, Henry V
The horses enjoyed a proper romp in the mud the other day...before everything froze and turned to ice and snow. Hello January. ~A
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