We live for the time we have, perfect or imperfect.
Today at the grocery store the cashier could tell I was very tired. I had just worked with my horses, I bathed them and walked the miniature horse (who has special needs) in the blasted Arizona heat. As I watched the elderly male cashier ring up my groceries, I sighed in exhaustion of the day.…

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