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It was mornings like these when the breeze whistled through the trees. The fog would hover and the grass would still be wet. I'd put on my rain boots, and I'd get dressed, and head down to the barn beside the chicken coop. I'd follow her out of the front door, down the path through the brushes and past the pond. My sister and I used to catch frogs there until the house sold and we had to move on.

Now there's a west bound wind, blowing through the ridge again. You can stay in or go outside, and wait for it to die, but either way it never ends.

We'd then make our way, past the dog pen and through the fields to the stables where the horses lay. I'd shovel manure, clean their beds, and prepare the feed for the day. A favourite horse was named Frosty, till Sherri gave birth to a calf named Zareef. I swear I was there to witness the birth and share in that incredible memory.

Now there's a westbound wind going through the ridge again, you can stay in or go outside, and wait for it to die, but either way it never ends.

She taught me how ride and used to sing me lullaby's, she watched me take my 1st steps in the kitchen when I was a kid. Those were the early years where we were taught to have no fear, and everything seemed so clear. I'd follow her out the front door, down the path through the brushes and past the pond. My sister and I used to catch frogs there, until the house sold and we had to move on.
Now there's a westbound wind going through the ridge again. You can go in or stay outside, and wait for it to die, but either way it never ends, it never ends, it never ends.
It never ends......