Thursday, September 13, 2012

Mornings that smell like hay and feel like home.

It's hard to explain how a series of chores could feel like home. For the first time, this thing I love is finally separate from something that was emotionally trying and laced with hostility. And now it just gets to be about the peace that comes from steady crunching of hay and soft nickers that make you smile for reasons you can't really say.

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