Artist: Krause, Hans Photo courtesy: hitcollect.com When even the most prized and talented racehorse is wounded, all his prior accolades, awards and honour are forgotten. The glory he earned for his owner is stripped to the bone, chewed and digested. He is shot dead and replaced. A bitter realisation that no matter how much and how …
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