Every time the horse's hooves stepped down, my heart beat gently with the rhythm, as if the whole world had slowed down, leaving only the tacit understanding between me and the horse.
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Every page connects us to both our inner selves and the world, reminding us that beauty, truth, and humanity are never far away.
An Indian-American hotel manager was beheaded at a Dallas motel
The man who killed him "became upset because Chandra Nagamallaiah didn’t speak to him directly" and relied on another woman for a translation to English
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