A Horse Named Peto by Sam Mead

There is a range of purple mountains, building and tumbling up ahead; they rise up from the plain like unbreaking waves and the snowcaps push themselves inside the motherly clouds as they drift past like sailing ships.

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Sam Mead is a writer and artist from Findon Village in West Sussex, now living and working in Peckham. A Horse Named Peto is his first story to see print. You can find him online at alcoholandbirth.tumblr.com.

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