Love above all
Standing in front of a brown one, my brain wonders how it would be to ride this horse, to be on its back feeling the wind in my hair.
“They are beautiful, aren’t they?” bringing me back to reality, I hear his husky voice, smell his divine scent, Brain. “Yes they are, are all of them yours,” I say feeling my throat going dry at the presence of him right at my back. Placing his hand on my lower back he says “Yes, would you like to see the foal?” Turning me around he takes my hand and he leads me to another stable, inside there was a mare with her foal. It was so small still trying to find its feet. It was SO cute, it was white with tinny brown spots on its legs. “She is two hours old, Mandy he
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