“beauty such as theirs was something with which one lived joyously — racing with the wind, with storm and snow, dancing in the frost or among the golden wattles, galloping, galloping in the spring sun. Life might be dangerous, with beauty that was so difficult to hide, but life was always and ever had been very, very good” LifeJoyBeautyDangerWindDanceStormSnow Book:Silver Brumby's Daughter Source: Silver Brumby's Daughter
