Happiness. It's relative.
Friends can really queer your deal. You think you’re all competent and able and a friend comes along and starts feeling sorry for you for whatever reason, obvious or not, and you become a six-year old looking for a big hand to hold crossing… Continue Reading “Fly Like an Eagle”
A girl who can handle a horse strikes me as fearless. If she also knows how to lead a horse, brush a horse, read a horse’s moves, she knows a lot of things her friends don’t know. Those friends who are taking care of… Continue Reading “It Starts with a Horse”
Friends can really queer your deal. You think you’re all competent and able and a friend comes along and starts feeling sorry for you for whatever reason, obvious or not, and you become a six-year old looking for a big hand to hold crossing… Continue Reading “Fly Like an Eagle”
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