While Ty was snoring a bit off to the left, Seneca was in the grip of dreams.
Humans dream of wild horses galloping wild across the range. Of what, oh what, do mustangs dream, napping upon that wild range?
While Ty was snoring a bit off to the left, Seneca was in the grip of dreams.
Humans dream of wild horses galloping wild across the range. Of what, oh what, do mustangs dream, napping upon that wild range?
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I hope she was only having good dreams.
Oh yeah, I DO wonder! Interesting. I never thought about that before.
Maybe she’s dreaming of summer days! 😉
I’m certain she is dreaming about her wonderful friend TJ who cares enough about her freedom to document the importance and beauty!!