Found an old photo of my first horse. Twenty years ago. Different barn, different life, same feeling when I see it.
Some things stay with you. The smell of the barn, the sound of hooves on packed dirt. Core memories that don’t fade.
Found an old photo of my first horse. Twenty years ago. Different barn, different life, same feeling when I see it.
Some things stay with you. The smell of the barn, the sound of hooves on packed dirt. Core memories that don’t fade.
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