She was beautiful, coat the colour of the night sky with dots along her back that looked like stars. Her mane was knotted and tangled and her wounds deep and red, but underneath this all she was beautiful, I just knew it. “Come here girl” is said but she was tangled under all this wire and weed. I knew I could get her out, but it was too risky. “I will be back girl, just hang on” I said and I ran home as fast as I could
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