Upon these nights, you need a true mare, one whom will take the darkness in stoic heart and walk on.
The mare was my dream upon four hooves, a companion upon the road we travelled. For there was a sense of humour in her manner, yet still steadiness and determination of purpose. What more could one ever ask?
The mare was a sweet and bonny horse, a kinder temperament nor more reliable friend a man never had.
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