Follow the Hoofbeats

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on April 26, 2009, 8:30


by HorseFeathers, age 16

Soft eyes. Gentle touch. Warm milk

That much I can remember of my mother.

Until they took her away.

They stole her from me and left me to die in this forsaken wasteland.

Where am I? I am here.

Alone.

I will find her, and I will seek them out.

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As I stand here under the stars of the heavens each night, I remember… The first breath of life streaming into my new fragile lungs. My mother gently prodding me up onto my long, spindly legs. Nourishment. A full belly and rest were the concerns of the


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