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She stood on the top of the hill, looking down at the wild brumbies racing across the grassy fields. They all screamed in delight. She smiled.
The wind picked up, blowing her hair out behind her. She closed her eyes and tilted her head up slightly. It felt good, relaxing, reassuring. The wind was her, and she was the wind. That's the way it had always been.
And the way it would always be.
I swear, I went all mushy inside when I watched this movie... Spirit (the horse) is now my hero... T^T