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"Riding a horse is not a gentle hobby, to be picked up and laid down like a game of solitaire. It is a grand passion. It seizes a person whole and, once it has done so, he will have to accept that his life will be radically changed."
–Ralph Waldo Emerson
"My horses are my friends, not my slaves."
-Dr. Reiner Klimke





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"Riding a horse is not a gentle hobby, to be picked up and laid down like a game of solitaire. It is a grand passion. It seizes a person whole and, once it has done so, he will have to accept that his life will be radically changed."
–Ralph Waldo Emerson
"My horses are my friends, not my slaves."
-Dr. Reiner Klimke
JennE-Furr wrote:Shayla laughed at the thought of Jeanette running about the neighborhood and avoiding the nets of bumbling animal control officers. She thought back to the days when she used to climb into the higher branches of an oak tree and bask in the sun while the world went on down below her without even a glance. She had preferred to keep her existence quiet. "No, I stayed out of sight for the most part. I am wicked at playing hide and seek." Her eyes twinkled playfully and she tossed her hair out of her face, tucking long strands behind her ears carefully.
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