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Maybe this melancholy was part loosing my friend and
business associate, Pat. I so will miss him.
He was 43. Brain cancer. Beautiful, strong young family.
This isn't supposed to happen.
Then...changes in my life brewing....some good/some scarey...
..as life always is.
And then friend Lynn sends me this.
I belonged to a riding club in high school.
I rode in my 20's.
I LOVE being on the back of a horse.
But this horse and rider.
Stronger connection than most humans.
If you love girl and horse interaction -
you'll cry - and it's beautiful.
Maybe this melancholy was part loosing my friend and
business associate, Pat. I so will miss him.
He was 43. Brain cancer. Beautiful, strong young family.
This isn't supposed to happen.
Then...changes in my life brewing....some good/some scarey...
..as life always is.
And then friend Lynn sends me this.
I belonged to a riding club in high school.
I rode in my 20's.
I LOVE being on the back of a horse.
But this horse and rider.
Stronger connection than most humans.
If you love girl and horse interaction -
you'll cry - and it's beautiful.
...On the wings of a White Steed, Pat...
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