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03 April 2008 

"what he loved about horses was what he loved in men, the blood and the heat of the blood that ran them. all the reverence and al the fondness and all the leanings of his life were for the ardenhearted and they would always be so and never be otherwise."

all the pretty horses, cormac mccarthy, p. 6

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