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I still bear in mind the very first time I enjoyed a steed slow-moving somebody's breathing without a solitary word being spoken. It was a frosty morning, breath dangling in the air like bows. A customer stood next to a steady bay mare, fingers twisted in the halter knot. Her shoulders sat near her ears, jaw clamped tight. The mare blinked gradually, softened her muzzle, and released a massive sigh. The woman alarmed, then duplicated the exhale without indicating to. Should