Last night I got the call.

Once again, my bad boy horse has outworn his welcome. This is the fourth time, I've sent him to a new home, with great hopes that this would be the one, but like a furry boomerang he is coming back. Only this time, I don't have a pasture to put him in.

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Cara Sue Achterberg | November 9, 2021 at 9:34 pm | Tags: flexibility, horses, life, writing | Categories: daily life, dreams, memoir, writing | URL: https://wp.me/p7SU5I-v1
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