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A horse in a boat, a blanket on its back. An old horse leaving on a journey, a very long journey that old horses take and from which they don’t return. And a young girl, an image of spring, who one last time rests her head on his muzzle and hides her tears in his mane. She will leave, this crossing is not for her, not yet. They both know this, the consent...