Memories of the rider I was decades ago, galloping bareback, seat balanced in the bliss of ignorance. Thirty years later, there's a war between my mind's love of flying and my body's memory of falling. I just want to ride again without fear.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
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Scout was so good, so strong. I hope she is asleep. It was such a long day, one that ended in pain and exhaustion for her.