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Soft*Silver · 12-11-2010, 01:33 PM

The vet I took Mr Smitty to is my old horse vet. He has horses of his own..about 60 of them. I opened the door and it hit me...the smell of a horse farm. and no, its not all manure. It was early morning and they were by the fence line, eating hay. A rooster was crowing.

I miss farm life..I miss the smells...the blowing of their breath on me when they come up close...

I am grateful for that moment...

12-11-2010, 01:33 PM	#3113
SoftSilver Infamous Member How Do You Identify?: femme Preferred Pronoun?: she Relationship Status: Married Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: rose cottage Posts: 5,592 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 8,948 Thanked 15,908 Times in 4,062 Posts Rep Power*: 21474857	I almost forgot this! The vet I took Mr Smitty to is my old horse vet. He has horses of his own..about 60 of them. I opened the door and it hit me...the smell of a horse farm. and no, its not all manure. It was early morning and they were by the fence line, eating hay. A rooster was crowing. I miss farm life..I miss the smells...the blowing of their breath on me when they come up close... I am grateful for that moment... __________________ Pole bachit, a lis chuye. The field sees, the forest hears