I pass this field most days. Sometimes the horses are there, sometimes not. Today they seemed content, rugged up against the cold and perhaps, like me, enjoying the sun.
I pass this field most days. Sometimes the horses are there, sometimes not. Today they seemed content, rugged up against the cold and perhaps, like me, enjoying the sun.
This is an archived version of the original Solitary Christmas website which was active over the Christmases of 2020 and 2021.
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