Last night, someone told me the most beautiful story about a herd of horses. The protagonist of the story is a horse who would never run straight. I can’t remember the last time I was told a story at bed time. I don’t think I’ve ever been. But last night was something else – it was fabricated with care, and words, and yes, horses.
I woke up this morning with a smile on my face.
amarllyis 
🙂
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