Weather was low 90s so it seemed like time for a walk ... I ran outside and Morgan was already at the gate. That mare can read my mind. We strolled down the street, stopping to snack here and there. I was running out of time and my knee still hurts, so I asked Morgan if she would mind carrying me.
There's no one I trust more in the deepening shadows to carry me.
Bareback.
With just a halter and a lead rope.
I love this horse to the moon and back.
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