"Again the early-morning sun was generous with its warmth.
All the sounds dear to a horseman were around me -
the snort of the horses as they cleared their throats,
the gentle swish of their tails,
the tinkle of irons as we flung the saddles over their backs -
little sounds of no importance,
but they stay in the unconscious library of memory."
Wynford Vaughan-Thomas
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