Sand

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What is it about a sandy,
fenced-off piece of land.
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Sugar sandy in the wind. Chocolate sandy in the rain. Dusty is the real word, but why use dusty when food is available. Watery, swirling sand, under hard hooves, changes each step to a slipper quiet, a tiptoe, of the 12oo lb. beast.
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I float, thinking, on bobbing waves, sun soaking, easy.
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Old Frankie, on the ranch all his life, walks with a very slight totter, huffing at the work. I gather up the reins. Chins? In for him, up for me. First the signal. With a heel. Then we glide over days; the fusses, the fidgets, the mistakes. We ride above foggy sand, dreaming of floating.
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Floating on the Earth.
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Float, while Earth floats
on it's hot orange crust!

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