When my horse, Winter, gets wet in the rain, her coat smells like dust, and sweat, and alfalfa. She stands on cross-ties while I clean my saddle and the sweaty reins of her bridle, and even the leather smells different in the rain. She watches the rain blow past the barn door, and the grass paddock, almost in a trans. I put liniment on her fore legs, and wrap them. In her stall I pet her neck, and listen to her breathe, and the rain flies by soft in the breeze.
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