A Crisp, Honey-Colored Light By Sanwal Deen

A crisp, honey-colored light lazily dripped between the branches and poured itself over the wild horse. The light had traveled for eight minutes, traversing 95 million miles filled with space, dust, clouds, bacteria, mountains, insects, trees, and a lot more, just so it could dapple the wild horse and enter my camera. The horse looked at me; I choose to call him dappled. Click, went the shutter.
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