The Neighbor’s Mare
Pillster The night was warm and quiet, only a few clouds in the sky and no Moon above. There was always something magical in walking to the pasture in the night; everything was different. I could only guess, what surrounding me shapes were, even knowing how they look when the Sun is high. There was also obvious reason, why I was walking there after sunset – even thought the whole terrain and horses belonged to my parents, I wouldn’t like
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