I love horses for their unbelievable way to hold their grace no matter what they face. When the cold comes, the long nights and short days, they hold their shoulders high, they allow their backs to arch and they raise their eyes to the sky as if defying the snow to fall on them at all. Stare into the storms of your life, dare them to make your shoulders wet. Dare them.
Horses In Long Wheat Grass (by TylerKnott)
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