It's winter and nobody c by Phantom-Firefly, literature
Literature
It's winter and nobody c
It’s winter and nobody cares. Oceans of brittle yellow grass coat the entirety of Oklahoma, decrepit fields, burned down barns, and my uncle Tommy’s ranch alike. I lean on a splintered post, as far away from the animals as I can manage, but my uncle ushers me close to the largest black mare. Pearl towers over me, giving me that look of blank apathy that only a horse can give.
Climb up, he tells me. I lift one foot to the stirrup; it’s as high as my chest. The gravel below, uneven and large, keeps me perpetually off-balance, so I constantly verge on landing in a pile of crap—this ranch is a veritable minefield. It&rsqu
It's winter and nobody c by Phantom-Firefly, literature
Literature
It's winter and nobody c
It’s winter and nobody cares. Oceans of brittle yellow grass coat the entirety of Oklahoma, decrepit fields, burned down barns, and my uncle Tommy’s ranch alike. I lean on a splintered post, as far away from the animals as I can manage, but my uncle ushers me close to the largest black mare. Pearl towers over me, giving me that look of blank apathy that only a horse can give.
Climb up, he tells me. I lift one foot to the stirrup; it’s as high as my chest. The gravel below, uneven and large, keeps me perpetually off-balance, so I constantly verge on landing in a pile of crap—this ranch is a veritable minefield. It&rsqu
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