Hidden away far from the crowds, wild horses, deep in the mountains of the grand windswept Great Basin country, of Nevada, they are galloping free, racing the wind. In the golden, glistening setting sun, I watch them breathlessly as they thunder past me obliviously to one little human, it sets my heart aglow, and my spirit soars right along with them, as they pass by. I offer up a silent evening prayer, that they may always run free ! It is a sight that you can never forget.
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