When the sky is gloomy
And tears fall heavy
I wipe them not away
Through my blurred lens
I see a stubborn beauty
Still stands its ground
I see the abstraction of light
Still dances to its own mystical rhythm
And I see the wild of a horse’s spirit
Still doesn’t bow
At the edge
Braving even the darkest of storms
Facing the winds of the world
With heads raised
And hoofs solid on the ground
Together, refusing to give fear
Even an inch of our hearts
~
Hanne T. Fisker Photography Art 
That went rather well, didn’t it? 🙂
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It was a rather spectacular day 🙂
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Very cool.
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Thank you, Austin.
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You are welcome!
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wonderful. Love it
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Thank you, Guy.
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