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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3356 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Nightride Vienna (Carole Barley) My father sat easily on a horse, told me saddles were like neckties as we swayed down the shingle beach. No one needs to teach them to swim; slide off, neck deep. Freedom is the ocean and just enough wisdom collected from shells. The night my father died, I left the bridle hanging on the bedroom door, asked my grey to unfurl his silky wings, fly me anywhere. Looking over moonsilvered moors, trust solidified. Swap streetlamps for stars, that’s what its all about. |
