Today, the police horses clip-clopped by as they do every few days. They come by on a regular basis, but I still rush to the window to see them every time. There aren't many animals around here. There are birds who sing their hearts out at 3 am. Occasionally, people walk their tiny dogs. The neighborhood is barren of most kinds of creatures. This is why horses trotting through are a relief, living creatures to supplement the humans who are the stock occupants of large expanses of blocks of flats.
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