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Sunday, December 30, 2007

Somewhere... Somewhere in time's Own Space
There must be some sweet pastured place
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
Some Paradise where horses go,
For by the love that guides my pen
I know great horses live again.
~ Stanley Harrison
Posted by rita at 11:57 PM

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