Sunday, January 13, 2008
Horses, too, discarded in Ariz. housing crisis
If you happen to be nearby when a band of horses gallops past, it is like pressing your ear to the chest of God. The ground vibrates with each thumping footstep and a chorus of huffing, whistling breath envelops you. There was a time when everyone in Arizona knew how that felt. They'd lived it. Holly Marino would love for each of us to ...
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