We were sitting on a unit of lumber letting our horses graze after a ride one day when I snapped this picture. I'm quite fond of it. The horse, the grass, the spurs. The girl wearing them. . . .Why did my babies have to go and grow up? It's so bittersweet. They're all at fun ages, and yet before I know it, they'll be leaving me. Sniff, sniff. . . .
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