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When I was a little girl I would obsess over the horses. I decided to dance instead, But they never left my mind. As the years went on I felt like I was different from the rest.
Charcoal grey, with loving, midnight eyes Her voice understood by only me Her heart connected to mine by an invisible string
The Dance Written by: Stephanie Garcia When I ride my horse in the mid-summer mornings, we dance. The drums pound and two hearts beat as one working in rhythm and cadence.