The story
They run raising thick dust
a bizarre whirl between the grooves of their cloven hooves
On their coat the seasons lay
the cyclical imprint of an equilibrium whispered by the chasing winds on ancient routes with difficulty trapped in the three-dimensional perspective of a rose
Snorting in the grey morning
they push their footing along lines of force of biological magnetisms born with them.
The journey's photographs
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