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"It was something that lasted; something that mattered for ever. She strung the afternoon on the necklace of memorable days, which was not too long for her to be able to recall this one or that one; this view, that city; to finger it, to feel it, to savour, sighing, the quality that made it unique."
Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being
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Mandy. says:
He is glaring, isn't he. Not exactly comforting for the people being brought in...
it also reminds me of the fairytale the goosegirl, clicky where her beloved horse talks to her and gives her good advice...
I like him too - he's just a classical horse, they all look like that. The cataphract didn't ride dinky little Arabs with graceful necks & delicate nostrils, the poor things would break. For that kind of heavy cavalry you need stonking great coldbloods like this fella... :)
