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He moves through the timber, like a leaf blowing in the wind, swift, fast, quiet. Gone in the wind and the first drift. This stallion shelters in the shadows of the forest, this is his home.
He moves through the timber, like a leaf blowing in the wind, swift, fast, quiet. Gone in the wind and the first drift. This stallion shelters in the shadows of the forest, this is his home.