Riding Again 40 Years Later
Bones settled in, as if they’d never been away from the saddle. Feet found the stirrups easily, hands holding the reins as if they were an extension of myself.
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Bones settled in, as if they’d never been away from the saddle. Feet found the stirrups easily, hands holding the reins as if they were an extension of myself.