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...is where the horse is.  I couldn't figure out why I was so drawn to heading back to Lockeford every couple of weeks, when before, my life's mission was to flee from that place.  But when I pulled on my cowboy boots, turned on Kat Country 103.3 and headed towards the barn, it dawned on me.  My heart and soul will never be full and happy if there isn't a horse around.  Period.  I suppose this is one huge "well duh", but I guess I didn't realize what an impact not having Pony around was having on me.  Mom rode when she was pregnant with me.  Horses are in my DNA.  I need them like I need air...my big, goofy, lovey Patronus.

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