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What does freedom look like on a winter morning? Perhaps it’s a lone horse, mane wild in the wind, carving paths through a snow-blanketed village yard. The barn, stoic and weathered, stands sentinel—a cathedral of timber and memory. Frost clings to its beams like whispers of forgotten winters, while the horse, untethered and unbridled, dances with a primal elegance that no human hand could ever teach. This is joy stripped to its barest essence, a creature’s communion with the world beneath and t

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