Before 9 am each morning a motorcycle of medium horsepower can be heard driving on the road to town. The man on the bike wears a straw hat, sunglasses despite the cloudy skies, and a sweat stained button up shirt. Behind him are five horses in tow- all chestnut coloured, healthy, and seemingly happy to get out for a trot. This inverted push and pull reminded him of the sculpture a painter once applied finishing touches to. Poised to fly but firmly anchored to its stone plinth.
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