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Bare feet, a pony & piles o’ poo

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Beneath the warmth of the setting sun and covered in mosquito bites, Beautiful Brit and I spent the evening meandering through bits and pieces of the 88 acres which house her pony, Rory. The pony followed us, nibbled at our arms, whinnied and awkwardly pranced around us before quickly losing interest. You seriously didn’t bring me ANYthing to eat?! Seriously?

Maybe next time.

I’m not sure what it is exactly about horses that makes me love them so. I think there are many reasons. Their smell. The way sunlight hits the curves of their muscles at certain times of day. Their dog-like loyalty. The velvety patch of their muzzle. The big goofy nostrils that I always try to look into, as if I’ll discover gold if I look long enough. Their hot cheek bones. Crunchy mane. Quivering withers. Discolored hooves, which speak of previous romps. Their meaty rumps. Tails waiting to be braided like I used to with these. (That video is totally creepy.)

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We went back into her parents house after wandering. Sat down at the dinner table and spent the next three hours talking. It was one of those evenings where you feel as if everything in the world is going to be okay.

Goodbye for now. God Bless Texas & pastures & ponies & lightning bugs.

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Written by Mackenzie Rollins

August 29, 2009 at 9:53 pm

Posted in Uncategorized

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  1. umm just read this and it totally reminded me of chrissy and her perfect horse drawings…and how we never believed she really drew them. ah.

    jordan

    August 29, 2009 at 10:25 pm

  2. quivering withers is a fantastic word picture

    6YearMed

    August 30, 2009 at 6:02 am

  3. You capture in a few words how I too feel about horses. As a young girl in Detroit I remember taking a bus out to the country almost every weekend to ride. All during 7th and 8th grade. Envious of those who worked on the farm, wanting to muck out stalls and brush down the horses. Trying to be last in line to dismount and get back on the bus for the ride back into the city.

    These days I see gauchos riding along dirt roads, berets pulled low over their foreheads to keep out the sun, dusty boots clearly visible because they are always wearing the traditional voluminous pants that gather just above the boots and tuck in ever so neatly.

    Dreams of being a cowgirl surface again.

    Kim

    August 30, 2009 at 11:36 am

  4. one of those toes on the far left is bent in a really odd position, probably just the photo or i suggest that person should get that checked out… hehe nice blog

    Charlotte

    August 30, 2009 at 4:09 pm

  5. oh hello! how was trip back home?
    NYC should totally get ready for your arrival. =)

    great to see your posts again. have a great week hun!

    jeline joy

    August 30, 2009 at 9:49 pm

  6. oh i love the last shot. nicely portrayed the beauty of friendships. loving it. =)

    jeline joy

    August 31, 2009 at 1:48 am

  7. so sad i missed meeting you while i was still in Dallas! Ill be back on the 10th if you have a free morning for coffee i’d still love to connect!

    hope you are loving your time at home!

    Lauren

    August 31, 2009 at 3:43 pm

  8. Mackenzie it is a joy having you here and then seeing the blog. I’m very glad you are having some yee’ha times in Texas! Love, Dad

    Dad

    September 1, 2009 at 6:09 am

  9. I LOVED my-little-pony. too bad the creepy video doesn’t do them justice.

    glad you had a good time reconnecting in texas. miss you lots here, but glad I can keep up via blog 🙂

    Brooke

    September 13, 2009 at 2:38 pm

  10. Hey bro.
    I for the first time here.
    Probably, it will be interesting to you,new Pic

    http://www.sodahead.com/entertainment/audrina-patridge-nude/blog-368679/

    Shoongory

    July 7, 2010 at 7:48 pm


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