Down South
Can’t you just feel the glittering sun beating down?
There were horses with gleaming coats grazing in the pasture. Now and then they would swish away the flies with a flick of their long tails. They cropped steadily, their chewing jaws making a hollow, spitty sound. Sometimes we would lure them to the fence with a carrot and hop on their bare backs.
It was summertime.
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