What I remember about
my first horse
was strength and
beauty bound together by nature
creating the perfect
creature to love and trust
The barn smell
radiating from him and his minty breath
The bond shared
between myself and
something I can’t
even understand
The endless hours watching
his graceful movements
out in the pasture
Watching his
silliness day in and day out
how he fetched orange
cones
and drank orange pop
Nothing about him
becoming gravely ill
Nothing about losing
my best friend
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