A lone white stallion canters across the wide open plain. He is wild, he is free, he is strong. He holds his head high, proudly. Galloping into the unknown. His stride is confident and unbroken. He knows not where he goes, but he charges ahead valiantly. He has sired his foals, he has had his families. It is time to move on. He is alone, but not lonely. He is propelled ahead by the promise of new adventures to come. The wind rustles through his mane. And the white stallion gallops on...
--Michelle Macy
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:D The poet and the painter both came to surface in that bit :D
Hey Girlfriend! i tried your new site, but guess i have to be a member to comment? missed ya at the art mkt and John's opening! are ya'll going to the winter st event this Sat? i know you'll be at via colori! maybe i'll see ya then!
p.s. thanx for the compliment!
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