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ID-0479: Běifāng de Bīng Yuè

A shining grey coat sparkles in the lakeside paddock where the young mare stood, knee-deep in the deep blue water. She drank from the lake silently, tail swishing at a couple of flies and fur warm under the sun. Her eyelashes fluttered as a butterfly attempted to land on her face, and the mare brought her head up to look at it properly. The beautiful insect landed on her nose, batted its baby blue wings twice, before flying away with a soft flapping sound, only aud...