Rain fell fast and hard to the dry, thirsty ground. The
horse beneath me, tensed, as the thunderous skies above rumbled and growled. Rivey’s
drenched horse hair made my seat, upon her bareback, slick. My hands griped, for
security, to long heavy hairs of her mane.
Water poured over my body and ran into my eyes causing the surrounding terrain
to disappear from my vision.
This is the place I came to be, Sunday evening, July 8th
2012.
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