Broken by time, by an endless journey to a mouthful of water, by the scorching Sun that mercilessly came ready to hack and slash just after a barely survived freezing winter, a mustang finds itself on the top of the mountain, finally deciding to rest its head on top of a rock, and sleep for the last time, so it could die bravely.Over the years, all that remains of it is a jawbone, a jawbone that was strong enough to resist and tell us all its story, so that the endeavor of that which it once was would not be forgotten.
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