Good GRIEF, how did I end up BEING the one to muck out the stalls again? No one else around to hear me, not even an answering NEIGH from the occupant of the first of many stalls. And such are my memories of horse camp, an experience that did not live up to my expectations.

Georg’ann

At a gallop, thoughts CLEAR.
Two are joined, POISE in motion.
NEIGH-like laughs escape.

Heather