I wasn’t looking for a new horse. That’s typically the lie those of us afflicted with equine compulsion malady tell ourselves as we casually keep an eye on “what’s out there”. In this moment though, it genuinely was the furthest thing from my mind. And my heart. I’d been struggling…

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I was nearly done with morning chores when I discovered something was very wrong. As I prepared the chicken’s mash I glanced down to see Claire at my feet. This was her routine; to wait less than patiently, nipping and pecking at my overalls. While endearing during these cold months…

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