"As he was drifting to sleep his thoughts were of horses and of the open country and of horses. Horses still wild on the mesa who'd never seen a man afoot and who knew nothing of him or his life yet in those souls he would come to reside forever."
- Cormac McCarthy, All The Pretty Horses
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