http://slow.writerscafe.org/horsecrazykenz The original writings of author Misunderstood en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776147388 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I grasped the blue and black body brush in my hand, running it over my gelding's chesnut coat. Flicking my wrist, I wached as a cloud of dust was catapulted into the air. My wandering mind was suddenly pulled back into reality as footsteps sounded down the barn aisle. I lifted a hand from my horse's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/horsecrazykenz/756371/