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"Thin translucent mist / light rain / cold feet / green damp grass / branches like bones up to the heavens / dark hair over eyes, over hoofs under the drizzle / hands like ice /
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/ some birds hidden to the eye singing songs of solitude and tenderness / the smell of moist and dry fern and autumn / my love somewhere hidden down the mountain / the horses / me" Inigo de Amescua
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In the north of Spain, in the mountains of Asturias, you can still see wild horses roaming in the mist. Be quiet, be respectful, they have been there for at least as much time as the original settlers of the area. You can see them in the cave paintings, bow your head, they will greet you peacefully
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