The horse people (short story)

The horse people were gentle. They were kind. They stood gazing into the distance. They were nice people. They liked spending time with each other. 

Their voices were like musical instruments, like flutes. They were light brown. The hills they lived on were soft green. 

Nothing happened. 

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