As a student, he learned to befriend the city, the sirens and traffic, the twisting iron carriages and steam flumes. The city horse became his companion. Together they navigated the concrete grid, traversing vibrating sidewalks and zebra crossings, exploring Central Park's looping bridle paths.

Over time, as obstinate dog walkers and vainglorious joggers seized the old wagon paths, the war horse came to be bred outside the city. 

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