"On the edge of the park was a statue of a soldier on a horse. As the rain swept over him in the lonely orange streetlights, he looked like he was doggedly trying to get somewhere, riding hard against the weather. I stood and looked at him for a while, him frozen in time, forever trying to leave the place behind and reach a place ahead."
— The Book of Man
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