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Between the stones, moss grows, dark and damp. I climb up a small hill, the landscape stretches its green arms to the sea. The horses become restless, my scent is still unfamiliar to them. I stand still, for a long time, until they graze again. I stand still and watch, and the wind envelops my figure, carrying the scent of thyme to me. I rest by the juniper bushes, nibbling on wild blueberries. The horses are close now and no longer afraid. They eat spicy herbs, look at me, their skin is warm. I breathe in the salty air, breathe until tears come to my eyes, I am free.
The stones by the sea are smooth and wet, I take off my shoes, the water washes over my toes, this happiness feels icy.
The stones by the sea are smooth and wet, I take off my shoes, the water washes over my toes, this happiness feels icy.
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