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Body Image Well ridden, white and grey maned she's given service willingly through the years in spite of a few bad habits. Watch eyes of palest blue peer wildly down the cool, Autumn leaf strewn road As she ambles on, skittering sideways upon occasion, searching out the danger she presumes is there. The gamboling of her long gone youth, shows in occasional early morning curvets. Her work day has been long and fruitful, the foaling years full of pleasure. Now barren, she rests at ease, content to watch other dams raise exuberant foals. The world is now place to be smelled and enjoyed as a fine mash after a race. She limps sometimes in unconscious response to some ancient childhood wound, long gone leaving a residue of age aggravated stiffened muscles and sore back. She shies violently still at the buzz of a bee, old stings remembered. Thinking of a lump of sugar and the warmth of her stall at the end of the day's labor her pace increases to a shambling Trot. Rat-tat-tat-tat, upon the hard packed earthen road; glad to be going home. |
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