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The mountains hold ancient silence, the wind caresses her skin, and beside her — a horse, as free as she is. No fabrics, no boundaries — just a body trusting the world, and an animal sensing her calm. This series is about primal beauty, where human and nature merge into one.

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tophar

''Later, before he ran away from home, he had seen her twice, once by day riding bareback and naked along the crest of a ridge....'' Walter M. Miller Jr. - Saint Leibowitz and the Wild Horse Woman (1997) :)

photoslavus

«Forget the purpose of the work, if you cannot believe in it, and find your purpose in the work itself. You know the saying: „Work is prayer.“ Think of Saint Leibowitz, think of Saint Benedict. Think of your calling.» ;-)