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Family: Two figures emerged at the front of the herd. Out of the dust, a mother horse and her tiny, timid foal were quietly approaching. The bond I had only dreamed of was running toward me in that magical light. In the foreground stood the mother and her foal; behind them, the rest of the wild horses rose like a mountain. From within that blurred crowd, these two souls had broken free; walking forward, leaning only on each other. They told me just one thing; family.
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