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Newborn foal, legs folded underneath him, Still slick with afterbirth. His mother licks him clean Before he takes his first hesitant, trembling steps Away from the muddy puddle, The place of his birth. But what bears me this witness? Glowing, high-resolution, interactive, and rewindable— The birth of a horse. Fate, to see it this way? If not for incessant scrolling, I fear my eyes were never to witness The birth of a horse.
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Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 4:06 PM UTC
The Birth of a Horse
Newborn foal, legs folded underneath him, Still slick with afterbirth. His mother licks him clean Before he takes his first hesitant, trembling steps Away from the muddy puddle, The place of his birth. But what bears me this witness? Glowing, high-resolution, interactive, and rewindable— The birth of a horse. Fate, to see it this way? If not for incessant scrolling, I fear my eyes were never to witness The birth of a horse.
Hysterika
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Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 4:06 PM UTC
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