Driving through Calaveras, I pass by the pastures with white fences filled with horses basking in the sun and feeding on the newly grown grass, they are so beautiful.
I can't help but think back to the time when we lived in Hayward in a new house and neighborhood. Our back yard faced a small ranch with a creek that ran between us. The farmer had a white horse, I would spend a lot of time in the morning watching him run with the other horses. I used to think their necks were getting tired because it was always down while they ate. It would be years later when I would get to ride a horse, I remember feeling on top of the world, he was so tall graceful and powerful.
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