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Photo & Poem: Waiting Out the Storm - Anna Blake
Rusty coat, a spiky mane, and a spotted blanket, he would have been a firecracker of a colt, plain to see who he once was. After coming here, he took the risk, slowly lowering to the ground, his tense head high. Even longer to let lie his wary reluctance to touch; he kept himself ... Read more