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Ursula watched Clea stand, her long pale mane nearly sweeping against the ground. She looked out to the sea with her forelock centered against her face. The mare turned to Yuma and nickered, motioning for him to nurse, the light reflecting against the water and dappling onto her palomino-pinto coat. Her colt reluctantly stepped up to suckle.