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The gelding before me, a dewy-eyed sorrel with a crescent of white on his temple, is taking a breath like a bellows. Close to him, a young adult called Eli is striving to be still. It is not working out. His feet tap a quick rhythm, his hands twist the end of a lead rope, his eyes skitter across the arena. I ask Eli what his breath is doing. He shrugs. The horse snorts and turns an ear towards him. We count together, four in, four out, and I reveal him how to expand his pos