February 05, 2021
She was a skinny, scruffy little sorrel yearling-coming-two-year-old filly. Nothing fancy. Her feet were the wrong shape, her ears were scabby with some unknown fungus or parasite, and her long winter coat was scraggly and dull.
But she was friendly, the price was right, and for some reason my horse-timid mom was encouraging seventeen-yea...
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