As the sun hit the hills crest, the oast houses catching the warmth on their tips, the horse strode over the edge.
posted by gateway1 at 6:38 pm
Thursday, August 18, 2005
As the sun hit the hills crest, the oast houses catching the warmth on their tips, the horse strode over the edge.
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Learning to view the world anew and share the things I see. Each day is a new step on old paths revisited. So guess that makes me just one more passenger on this planet of ours.
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