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| a fine day for riding and roping, yelping yahoo to the sky. This is a fine, fine field where birds circle the old dead tree out on the back ten and the pond is blue. This is a fine day for you, my pony, and me to race and dash ourselves into the light, the sun, the heat, the blueblue sky. This is a fine day for flying into the falling of Spring. by elise geither 
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