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Early morning musings

The icy ground crunced under my boots. I walked with my head up and my lungs full of the crisp, sharp cold of the dawn. I breathed through my nose, revelling in the cool rush of air to my brain. I took my hands out of my pockets and clenched and unclenched them in the air, feeling the knuckels crack and the skin stretch…

I arrived at the paddock as the mist started to thin. The lower half of my vision slowly sharpened, revealing Whisper grazing peacefully. I stood quitly for a moment, fixing the sight in my mind, then turned away and header for my chores. Seventy years old, and life was just perfect. Who knew it was that simple?

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