sitting on the wooden chair, looking at the horse, in the keeper's position. night vision in a fraction of the winter night. task given to me by them and until next year my rest is here, like a groom, breaking the branches and facing the horse

Result #1

sitting on the wooden chair, looking at the horse, in the keeper's position. night vision in a fraction of the winter night. task given to me by them and until next year my rest is here, like a groom, breaking the branches and facing the horse, the house, the woods, the sun, the wind, the moon, and the sky. I have not lost my strength, but the strength of the pain that made me do it. I am afraid of the horses, the rider, the power of the sky, the pain that made me ride the horse. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept safe. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive. I am a mountain goat and I must be kept alive.

Result #2

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Result #3

sitting on the wooden chair, looking at the horse, in the keeper's position. night vision in a fraction of the winter night. task given to me by them and until next year my rest is here, like a groom, breaking the branches and facing the horse. In this sense, the work is about the artists, rather than the art itself. The horses are not horses, nor is the work about horses. In this respect, it is about the physical and psychological transformation of the spectator to a spectator of a certain age, a kind of anachronism, and it is also about the humanizing of the horse, which can only be the beginning of the end of a horse. The horses are not horses, nor are they about to become, as the horses in the work of the German artist Alfred Walter, for example, or the horses in the work of Stéphane Mallarmé. In other words, they are not to be seen, which is to say, they are not to be thought of as art, but as an absence, a relic of the past, a relic of the fact of existence, and this absence is the absence of the spectator. This is the same absence that the artist wants to make visible, to make visible the absence of the spectator, the presence of the work of art.The work of art, then, is not the absence of the spectator, but a presence, an absence that is visible, a presence that is made visible. The presence of the spectator is the absence of art, and the spectator is not an absence, but the presence of art, the presence of the spectator. The spectator is made visible by the work, and he is made aware of the presence of art. The spectator becomes aware of the presence of art because he recognizes himself as an absence, that is, he realizes that he is not an absence, that is, he recognizes that he is not an absence. He realizes that he is not an absence, that is, he realizes that he is not an absence. The spectator realizes that the absence is not a blank space, but a presence that is there, that is the absence of the spectator.

Result #4

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Result #5

sitting on the wooden chair, looking at the horse, in the keeper's position. night vision in a fraction of the winter night. task given to me by them and until next year my rest is here, like a groom, breaking the branches and facing the horse. The man, dressed in the same grey, black, and white clothes he wears when he walks through the forest, sits on the chair. I am still in a sense a visitor, and I am not sure whether I want to leave, to go somewhere, or just to be with him. I have not yet given up my seat, but I am going to. The man is sitting on the chair and gazing at the horse. He is in a sense an observer, a spectator, and I am not sure whether I want to see him leave the chair or not. He is sitting on the chair, but he is looking at the horse. He is wearing a dark coat and a brown hat. He looks like a cross between a hunter and a guard. The man is sitting on the chair and looking at the horse. I dont know if I should say something about him, but I do. The man is sitting on the chair and looking at the horse. I dont know if he should say anything about me, but I do. The man is looking at the horse. I do not know whether I should say something or not. The man is staring at the horse. He is wearing a dark coat and a brown hat. He looks like a cross between a hunter and a guard. The man is sitting on the chair and looking at the horse. I dont know whether he should say something or not. The man is sitting on the chair and looking at the horse. I do not know whether he should say something or not. The man is sitting on the chair and looking at the horse. I do not know whether he should say anything or not. The man is staring at the horse. I do not know whether he should say anything or not. The man is sitting on the chair and looking at the horse. I do not know whether he should say anything or not.

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