This reminds me of times gone by...There is something about the standing in the cold morning air and feeling a horses warm breath that worms a horse lovers soul...been there, done that...

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What is tomorrow? Tomorrow is the day that I was going to call my dad. Tomorrow, a long, bright hallway stretching out in to forever. Tomorrow is the thing that happens after the facts, undone but …

Whenever I used to feel like I couldn't trust anyone, I could always go to my horses and just ride.  </3.

Whenever I used to feel like I couldn't trust anyone, I could always go to my horses and just ride. </3.

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