HORSES
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I wish to talk to horses for them to talk to me, to help to sort out problems that we just can not see, now there once was a horse called Honey, but her owners only cared about money, left for eighteen hours in her tack, she sufferd from a dreadful back, a three day ride the very next day, left in pain but she could not say, that night she collapsed on the floor, her back still very sore, silently she passed away, still in her tack she lay, I wish to talk to horses for them to talk to me, to help to sort out problems that we just can not see.
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