Who will mend the broken horses? They huddle together, in storm fields of lost moments. This one has also been around for 5 years or so, but mostly in my mind. I recently revisited him with renewed energy, ending a self-imposed cycle of internal struggle and a lack of focus that has clung to my back for a whole lifetime. Then one bright spring morning, two years ago, I passed the field of broken horses and their sad but magical presence shattered my complacency and filled my body with bright, searing hope.
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