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Black In the Snow
It was a picture - perfect cold winter day, bathed in white and still snowflakes swirled; like gauzy curtains crystalline and sparkling, I put on my boots, jacket, scarf and gloves. And stepped out into a winter wonderland, the barn was a soft golden haze of smells; and my horse, Black, snorted hello from his stall, I kissed his muzzle, his neck and soft mane. Murmuring words of love- oh he would love this, I could see us galloping across the powdery snow; putting on the saddle his withers quivered excitement, he nudged me with his head and I laughed at him. I was walking him out of the barn when I noticed, he was limping on his left back leg somewhat; I put my hand on him, sliding it down his body, and legs, he shifted when I reached his knees. I was worried and continued my slow inspection, touching gently his lower leg and his ankle, Black, tossed his head when I lifted up his hoof, oh something is there- no riding for Black! I go backside to call the vet . . . . ______________________ October 15, 2016 Narrative
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