blue moped
I don't know where I'm going, but I'll be there when I arrive.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
8/365 Big Sky, Little Horse
This horse could have cared less what I was doing,
which made me nostalgic for the cows down the road from our house that will
run after you in a herd-formation.
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