No matter what else is going on, my life with my horse and the life of the yard where he lives remains constant. It's very comforting.
When I go to fetch Thomas from the barn where he lives, he always very politely searches my pockets in case there is food for him concealed within, although he knows that the carrot or apple he is going to receive is still in my car.
I took this photo with my phone, our silhouettes against the compacted mud floor of the barn.
He doesn't really rate my ability to write poetry, but he likes my ability to provide carrots.
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