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I wish I had a picture of my new beginnings. The ride into knowledge. I am half way through or maybe further and here I go all over again. How much more is there? How deep is the valley? When you touch the soul of a horse with out moving a hair on your own head, it changes you. It changes all you ever knew. How much more is there? How high is the mountain? I am in. I had my horse hunt for me before but never knew that was what he was doing. I forced him to become mechanical. Like a hackmore, squeeze his nose into his chin until he can't breath and then call it riding. I gave up on him. Now he is trying yet again! He continues to try for me no matter how many times I ask. Maybe one day I will be good enough to ride in a half breed bit, maybe. You?
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