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Luminous eyes
search my soul. I am being scanned for respect. Muscles tense in pre-flight, for survival is this moment's reality. Tentative steps briefly give benefit of doubt to the unknown. Can I offer honest intent, rejecting ego that dictates superiority? In the answer to that question lies the secret to being a horse whisperer.
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