Democracy
Always those horses up on the hill, eachTo their own pasture, the higher ground Trued until one cannot see the other—How great the grass of no one else, the silence…

Always those horses up on the hill, eachTo their own pasture, the higher ground Trued until one cannot see the other—How great the grass of no one else, the silence…

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