Monday, June 6, 2011

OneWord: Painted

The painted pony raised his head and looked alertly towards me. Deeming me of no interest, he returned to grazing in the lush pasture while my mind transported me back to childhood. How I had painted markings on all the otherwise boring horse toys and dreamed of the day I'd be able to ride my very own paint horse, bareback, through the fields. And now it looked as though that day might be nearly here.


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