A bright bay mare stands alone on the crest of a hill. The wind blows through her ebony mane and tail, twisting the strands among themselves. The sun glints off her shimmering coat as she canters down the hill. She glides to a halt at the edge of the Watering Hole and lowers her head to drink. Her eyes watch the others through lowered lashes, and she wonders if she'd find a herd that would accept her. -- The Watering Hole

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Subject: A bright bay mare stands alone on the crest of a hill. The wind blows through her ebony mane and tail, twisting the strands among themselves. The sun glints off her shimmering coat as she canters down the hill. She glides to a halt at the edge of the Watering Hole and lowers her head to drink. Her eyes watch the others through lowered lashes, and she wonders if she'd find a herd that would accept her.

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