
17/08/2025
There's a kind of peace you can't find in noise. No words. No judgment. Just hooves on dirt and a heart the finally exhales.
Because sometimes, healing doesn't look like a couch and a conversation.
It looks like dust on your boots, a mane in your fingers, and a moment where everything finally makes sense.
Horse don't just heal the soul-they remind it who the hell it is.