Upon Dusk The Sun Sets Down From The West Of The Historic Mountain All Sorts Of Birds Singing Along With The Whimsy Breeze Through The Trees As A Hidden Cliff Beside The Mountain Welcomes Out This Ancient Stallion His Mane And Tail Still Flaring In Gorgeousness With The Wind As His Three-Toed hooves click each step he takes out over the rocky edge of the cliff as he snorts and flares his nostrils taking in the scents being given to him by the wind.
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