We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary
Than our own within a fragile circle, easily and often breached.
Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way.
We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan.
~ The Once Again Prints by Irving Townsend ~
A horse loves freedom, and the weariest old work horse will roll on the ground or break into a lumbering gallop when he is turned loose
into the open.
She knew when you were happy,
She knew when you were comfortable,
She knew when you were confident,
And she always knew when you had carrots.