"Bathed in sunlight, a Brumby mare sits gracefully in the snow-laced wilderness, her breath soft in the crisp mountain air. Surrounded by silent gums and shimmering frost, she is a gentle soul in a wild land—a quiet heartbeat in the poetry of the high country."
"Bathed in sunlight, a Brumby mare sits gracefully in the snow-laced wilderness, her breath soft in the crisp mountain air. Surrounded by silent gums and shimmering frost, she is a gentle soul in a wild land—a quiet heartbeat in the poetry of the high country."