A few months ago:
I have been waiting for this day for soooo long. It felt like forever but it was finally here...
Creak. My former riding instructor opened the half-rusted metal gate that led to the stables.
I immediatly saw the beautiful horse standing infront of me. I could not help smiling.
I let the horse, Sharpy, smell the back of my hand. Then, i tickled her muzzle and chin (which were sooo soft).
I knew that this would be a friendship that i will never forget and this was just the start...
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Horse Diaries.
Non-FictionThis is my diary about horses (mostly Sharpy), my mother's therapeutic horse center or just things happening around that area...