‘As evening fell, I trod the dusty paths into Texas, passing bones and dead branches at every pass. An American kestrel flew low overhead, ushering in the dusk. I heard the dry grasses rustle beside me, scattering their seed at my feet, and within moments a breathtaking stallion emerged onto the path, closely followed by his herd.’ – AS

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