When we first moved to the area in which we still reside, my daughter was five years old. On the way to the city to do some shopping, driving through the country, we passed an old cement/wood structure that used to be a total barn on an everlasting foundation.
So it seemed.
Along side this barn stood a sturdy though sway backed white horse. The horse stood munching his grass lazily but steadily and paid no mind to our passing by.
My daughter, Rachelle, was thrilled to see this...
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