When winter begins to turn crude into the plain and the wind hits ice cream between the cracks in the skin and the years huge open field in the eyes who can not comprehend. Everything
think again. Everything you think again. Anyone could say encouraging words in times of grief, but the truth, there is no reason to put in those jogging. The penalty is strong message from a single frame. And you have to ride in it, but never gets tired.
The frame is more surly surly bad men tamed. Do not give up at the first varied. You have to go days and nights without stopping, to see who holds more. You can use the hands to rest on the cross. You can use the hands to rest on their haunches. It can accommodate head down and sleep walking. But you can not fall. Because if you fall, you lose. And do not forget to mount penalty falls. Worn. Only from afar, what remains of the dust and tumble, with glazed eyes and deep. With the huge body that is perceived even more nervous in its stillness. Does nothing because he does not need. Know who won.
always, always know that to lose the mount, you have to wait for the sentence stand alone. If one falls before, is because this more subdued and tamed is not good on the penalty. You get bitter.
But just as one stops, it stops the pain too sometimes. You have to see who walks with more energy and patience.
rider and mount is tame all the time. The cold area of \u200b\u200bthese sensations seems never ending.
One day he wakes up on a corner channel, left on an embankment on a non-flowering thistles. And the rider gets off and looks at his horse, he knows they're both tired. We both know. And in sadness
deeper and look more lost in the silence which cuts only the rustle of the wind when it happens. The frame came and carried away. Not give in any way and not lost to any complaint. Accompanies and leads. And mark his company's life. When it's that far the way back, when you've spent so much time and it's back, only hear her moan response remained, the blow of a paw on the ground, his breath hot and steamy in the winter.
But the decision is not worth it. For most that have to return on foot. For most who ride to where the penalty would not ever. For over coming summers and fierce winters. The noble animal. Carried away. Known.
In these days of wind and decisions, who is leading the way back is always the rider.
And when the rider wears the single frame is shifting towards new horizons and without even noticing it, is in another land when raw end of the night.
Photo: Madame, as captain for "Friday's Girls"
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