Danielle Elsworth (sicily, italy)
hooves pounding the ground sounding like thunder before a storm.You see rocks moving on the ground and right then you see a herd of wild horses and your heart sores! the most wild of horses cannot be tamed and shouldnt be. They are the true pioneers, wild horses have been around longer then man. Everywhere you turn you see them running, as gracefully as an eagel soring on the ground almost as if they are flying on the ground, as impossible as that sounds it seemed that way.Once in a great while one of these myjestic creatures will let you get near it but always be cautious because these animals will always let you know whether you have overstayed your welcome.They will pound there hooves so loud and hard it will seem as if a earthquake and a thunder storm is about to hit.Whenever these creatures are gently grazing it seems as they gods way of showing us the good.They trust few but when they trust you they always are gonna be right there for you always.
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