Down country roads through fields of green where Live Oaks sprawl and hoot owls sing. A farrier and daughter stir up some dust made by caliche and a pickup truck.
Her schoolbooks beside her, that work must wait, three shoeless ponies graze at the gate.
She eyes them with wonder, a connection she makes, the bond of these ponies they give and she takes. She gives back to them a soft gentle touch she breathes of their breath and gives gentle hugs.
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