"When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it;
the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes."
Henry V (Shakespear)
I found this quote when I just started ridingschool and it has been following me since,
I even made a painting with it that my parents still keep hanging on the wall.
No wonder that horses are magical to me with that start :)
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