The Horse and Rider
Once there was a horse, and on the horse was a rider. How
handsome they looked in the autumn sunlight, approaching a strange city! People
thronged the streets or called from the high windows. Old women sat among
flowerpots. But when you looked about for another horse or another rider, you
looked in vain. My friend, said the animal, why not abandon me? Alone, you can
find your way here. But to abandon you, said the other, would be to leave a
part of myself behind, and how can I do that when I do now know which part you
are?
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