The wonders of spring have welcomed themselves.
The snow is starting to melt, and rain is here and there, melting it even faster. Even the plants have started to bud.
The horses are starting to foal, so many times there are young horses running around somewhere.
The most sacred place for horses. They roam here year round, and every spring, many of the mares come here to have their foals, while others come to meet up.
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