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Minute-Reads: Freedom

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The sun was just beginning to crest the trees. He was already awake. Standing in the field out back. Staring at the sun's red and pink skirts.

Sometimes he wished he could just strike out. Escape, get away from all this. He took a step nearer the fence.

He couldn't. He was tied here.

A door opened in the farmhouse behind him.

"Morning boy, beautiful sunrise today isn't it?"

A hand rubbed at his neck before the saddle was hoisted into his back.

He whinnied softly.

Maybe tomorrow.

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