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"If we focus on the horse itself, we see that it's the same horse," he says, pointing to its nose piece, mane, ear and tail.

Like a mane — I don’t know if that’s a Leo thing.

"You tousle its mane and pull its ears, but all the time you’re thinking, those claws, those claws, those claws."

Starter was all right but the mane was dreadful.

My chest ached where it had rested on the fleshy ridge of the tarpan horse’s mane.