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When you are one
with your horse, you
float through the forest. 

When you are not, you are too busy holding on for dear life and batting away branches to even notice the forest.

A true case of not seeing the forest for the trees. When you are one with your horse, you float through the forest. When you are not, you are too busy holding on for dear life and batting away branches to even notice the forest. A true case of not seeing the forest for the trees.
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