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15 September ~ 2007

I opened the gates at Horse Rescue today, the first there. Me and Ben and Maggie walked the grounds while the sun was coming up. Then I loaded loose hay into the truck and picked up rocks in the close in pasture, stopping now and again to stroke the necks of the horses.

A steady soft breeze dried the sweat on my shirt, and it all felt gloriously right, perfect.

I talked to young Kyle for a while, mentioning my storytelling yesterday, and the date I went on a couple of weeks ago. I didn't feel like talking anymore after I said I hadnt heard from her when I thought I would, just that I don't understand women, at all. He said maybe she will be there when you go dancing tonight.

Maybe she will, and if so I will ask her to dance. My heart is too old and full of life to want to hang on to a grudge for long.

Before I left me and Ben and Maggie walked around again. They flushed a rabbit and chased it through some empty corrals.

This will all turn out fine. I have been around enough to know that sorrow can have a value, in framing the joy. The touch and smile of the ladies at the dance hall is going to be that much sweeter tonight.

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