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A group of horses were running in exquisite harmony, in one rhythm, the sounds of their hooves as they struck the ground in harmony with the successive beats of their hearts. Delicate, and a rainbow emerged decorating the sky and shaking hands with the horizon line from afar. The neighing of a horse among them made his comrades rattle with clear, tapering sounds, then they advanced and pursued him until they finally reached a wide, green grove. If I were horses, I would have flinched from them, and if I were human, I would have flinched from them as well. Those voices that rose up when their chests groaned were not horses at all, but rather human voices!

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