freed from his tack
the pony rolls on the grass
hoofs punching the air
early visitor
a slimy trail on the path
our dog checks it out
bitter cold dawn
four young deer on the golf course
synchronised leaping
evening shadows creep
over the pond - the ducks leave
one
by
one
by
one
self-assembly kit
proud of the finished bookcase
but what's this thing for?
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