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Spring in Kentucky! There is no
sight to compare to the magic of a bluegrass morning among the thoroughbreds. The night's fog, becomes silvery at first light. As the sun escapes the gentle hills, the whole world is suddenly bathed in gold. The sleek mares and the new foals are turned out into the lush, dewy pastures. Elegant, perfect and beautiful, they take my breath away. Born to run, the first thing they do is fly around the field...all legs and tails and wind. The foals caper and hop in comical twisting leaps, but never far from their mothers' soft sides. One grey mare stands out from the rest. She is flecked all over, like pewter stars in a silver sky, and her velvety black foal is like the concentrated essence of all those stars. What hopes were born with this dusky baby? Is he to be the one? A Brand New Hope. |
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