I Hate these Wild Horses: Once a work of Fiction, now pure Fact « Straight from the Horse's Heart
His four, small legs pounded and slipped through the snow, rocks and ice. He was loosing her, he couldn’t keep up. Through the blowing snow and the roaring sound from above she kept running and running as fast as she could.
Monday, January 25, 2010
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