I think often of my sweet dear horse and wish I were riding her still, and tending her in the rhythm of a farm day -- and it was with shock that I woke up recently and admitted to myself that Oakley is an old horse, and well deserving of the luxurious life animals find living with John and Mary. I force myself to stop thinking of ways to haul this mare across the continent for my pleasure, and feel gratitude instead that she is in such good hands. But what a silly picture!
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I think often of my sweet dear horse and wish I were riding her still, and tending her in the rhythm of a farm day -- and it was with shock that I woke up recently and admitted
to myself that Oakley is an old horse, and well deserving of the luxurious life animals find living with John and Mary. I force myself to stop thinking of ways to haul this mare across the continent for my pleasure, and feel gratitude instead that she is in such good hands.
But what a silly picture!
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