today I spent time with Momma Tessa and her baby....horses! I was expecting to ride but no one told me she had a foal by her side. Had the foal been cooperative I could have still ridden but the baby was head strong and independent and Momma Tessa needed to keep her focus on her, little miss remington. However, I poured myself into her mane and inhaled deeply. I was covered with white hair and fly spray...the most magical of all scents! I felt her incredible muscles as my hands stroked over her massive body...she is a 17+ hand percheron. I was on awe...
and I was nurtured...my soul is fed and I am renewed....
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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