Somewhere Other Than Where We Are
I haven’t been on the InstaTwitFace in quite a long time. Folks in my ecosystem know this, and every so
I watched the horses run, wild and free and unmoving across the stretched canvas. A young one, somewhere between foal and colt, led the small herd, her gangly, undeveloped limbs at odds with her dominance. Wonder if that one is still alive. I didn’t know when the