Horses at dusk

I want to write about horses at dusk. About their big beautiful bodies. About their soft grazing sounds. About the unconscious flicks of their tails, and the way that night falls around them, noiseless and dark, like the sorrow in my best friend’s voice.

But I’m afraid to write something bad, so it’s easier not to write at all.

Still, I want to write about horses at dusk.

Inspired in part by this Instagram video.

Like this:


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  1. But you just did and it’s a lovely image.

  2. ^ I second that! :)

  3. Lol. Thanks, ladies. Irony, I suppose. ;P

  4. Yes, you just did! And I love the first shot in that video. No wonder it inspired you.

  5. I was going to say, too, that what you just wrote was beautiful.
    I’m lucky enough to see horses grazing at dusk at my mom’s farm, but never thought to try to capture it in words.

  6. Thanks, y’all!

    How lovely. I adore horses.

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