London is a city of dead horses. Its equine ghosts still carve the streets, part crossing crowds. A million invisible spirits that disrupt with neigh and thunder of hooves. Horses unheard, but felt on the psychic skin. – Astrid Drake, Û÷The Society of The Dead Horses WordÛª, 1978
London is a city of dead horses. Its equine ghosts still carve the streets, part crossing crowds. A million invisible spirits that disrupt with neigh and thunder of hooves. Horses unheard, but felt on the psychic skin. – Astrid Drake, ‘The Society of The Dead Horses Word’, 1978
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