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Wild horses

Wild ponies of Chincoteague...

I drove through hail, sleet and whiteout snow to arrive, narrowly escaping the raging stallion of a Storm.

The skies cleared and the ponies of my childhood memories walked with grace as if nothing else existed.

Grateful for travels to test my will and grit and course correct when needed.

❤💜



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