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Marie's avatar

Linda, I am/was so allergic to horses growing up that I couldn't get closer than 20 yards to a horse barn without sneezing and wheezing with asthma. I did once ride my friend's horse bareback--it was unforgettable-- but I broke out in hives all over my body after. As an adult, I went to healer who used horses to heal people of various conditions, and managed to get close and stroke a horse's neck without getting sick. I sat next to Buck Brannaman on the ferry over to the Nantucket Film Festival some years ago when his documentary was featured. I was too shy to talk to him, but saw the film. I enjoyed reading your poems.

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Angela Bigler, Goddess's avatar

This is beautiful! I love the pictures and poems!

My grandparents owned a horse farm and I loved being there. Even the thought of hay tickles my nose and brings me joy. It was an enormous honor each time a horse would come to the fence and let me pet their head - so soft and grand!

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