All Covet, All Lose.
Life is like music. It must be composed by ear, feeling and instinct, not by rule.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Shadow Horse
Oh, Dear. I think I brushed Sunny until he was only a shadow of himself. (Sorry about the manure. It's where the hair went to on the wind.)
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