There were horses on campus last week, strolling around the sculpture garden as though there was no more natural place for a horse to be. Classes came and drew them, sketching tiny charcoal horses while they chomped down grass and let a hundred sticky hands run through their mane.
I would very much like my own white horse. I think transportation in Manhattan would be a lot easier if I could just trot down 7th on a noble steed.
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