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forgotten the sound of. it's so real to me again tonight, i can't quite get it out of my head, so, i figure, i'll let it out my fingertips, here. i was about 14, 15 maybe, at the barn where my friend kept her horse. i had been forced to give up my horse a couple months earlier when my parents decided not
trees all around us, i smell the hay, manure, wood chips, and i see her walking out into the padock with a lead line to get him. i see him looking playful, breaking into a proud trot, she stops, hands on hips, and decides okay, boy, let's play, and the two begin a game of chase until he forgets she's not...
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