A moment there on the hill earlier. . .
Brushing Rowan, Blake looking over my shoulder wondering if she was next. . .
I held Rowan's little nose, a nose cover in scabs and bleeding a little over a month ago. . .
and I had to leave the hill and come down here. . .
Stop it, soul. . .
They are not mine and those moments are not for me but for their people out there searching for each of them, even if they do not yet know it. . .to give them a happily ever after. If I have too many of those moments, letting them go is too hard, and let go, I must ALWAYS do.
I'm a halfway house, and so that others have a chance, that is all I will ever be to these horses. . .
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