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| I used to have a horse like this one. His name was KING. I sure loved to ride him, and could make him buck SO HIGH. King was used through all of my siblings, and some of my kids before he went on down the dusty trail :) |
“If we keep no diary [journal], the path crumbles away behind us as our feet leave it; and days gone by are but little more than a blank, broken by a few distorted shadows. Life is all confined within the limits of to-day….”
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