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Its one of those icy, biting mornings.

The sun scarcely manages to break through the heavy gray clouds.

The air is crisp and dry, and the wind slips beneath my clothes.

The North wind whips the grass that sticks to my boots. I walk into the stable and swing open the wooden tack room doors, freeing the burning scent of leather, wood, amber and honey. Its age-old odor stands out sharply in the frozen morning air.

My horse whinnies softly. Its the smell of her freedom.

The leather gathers in the wind, the grass warms with the wood.

Irish Leather gallops off into the horizon.

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