by Forever Immortal » Tue Jul 07, 2015 12:12 pm
Dancer
Where was this spirit? Isn't he meant to be leading the herd. What about the cougar attack? I trotted around in circles and ended up trotting far away from the herd. I bent my head and took a mouthful of grass. Shaking my head from flys, I lay down in the long grass.
((Where is spirit? And I had this crazy idea that the bad dudes came to try and round off the horses.))
It has been said that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken. That we are only truly gone when we disappear from the memories of those who loved us, meaning a great artist never dies along as his books are read, his paintings admired, as long as our songs are sung, may each of us live forever. As for me, maybe its time to learn a new song, fortunately i have an excellent teacher.
-Henry
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