Two beautiful women
Galloped up a hill
Their red manes flowed in unison
The beauty that surrounded them was absorbed into their skin
Green grass, still water, warm sun and cool breezes filled them with each step
They ran because it was what they felt like doing – there is nowhere to be but there
When they had their fill of nature’s beauty of trees and their new air- they retired for awhile
A welcome rest follows and will undoubtedly repeat itself once again
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