Laying on the ground, helpless to the harshness of life, was a experience one should never take. I began to see the futileness of all these thing me and my people did. I saw a thing more frightening than all horror stories. The truth. In this painful enlightenment I grew the most. Ironic that this would seemingly lead to my end. When the strength left me to keep my eyes open, I was just there, waiting for the end. All I heard was bells...
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that was poetic
Sep 15th
moving
July 14th
great story..what happens next?
July 8th
Rescue is at hand? Great scene -- love that horse!
July 2nd