“Malo periculosam, libertatem quam quietam servitutem.”
Nice filly. The beach and the western sun reminds of the sand spit (several hundred yards wide, seven miles long) we'd sometimes play a pick-up game of polo.
I thought it was a sun rise over the Atlantic, that's the only place I've seen wild horses.
Just don't break your leg.
Sarah the two dollar whore is at it again, disguised as "Anonymous" with selling beaver pictures on the internet again. No thanks. Go away.-Snakepit
I do feel that good,I just don't show it anymore.
Heel Kickn' Time!
I remember many, many years ago being able to run just for the sheer joy of it. Now I'm lucky to crawl out of bed without something creaking and popping. Takes me half an hour in the morning just to get moving smoothly (more or less). Getting old is definitely NOT for the weak!And yes, I will have some cheese with this whine, thanks. Cheddar--the sharper the better!
Oh boys and girls, if you love horses (I never outgrew my childhood love of them), here is absolute joy. These young women are liberty riders extraordinaire, and you know those horses are having the best life! Great riders, wonderful horses - Here's the link - hope it will come through.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rKnn8hy5UAs
Just feeling her oats.