The horse of my heart
Jun 18, 2020
3 minutes
MOLLY AUSTEN, whose expressive ears adorn this page, went to heaven yesterday.
It’s strange, knowing she isn’t here any more. She wanders through my thoughts, and I can still feel the velvet of her nose and see the softness of her eyes when I fed her a bagful of carrots and apples for the last time early that morning. If I breathe in, I can still catch the familiar smell of
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