Reflections

Sitting here tonight in the Invincible Spirit Cemetery watching the solar lights grace the graves of many.

I am reminded of where we come from, where we will eventually end and our influence of the future.

I can hear our lovely mares and Elmhurst grazing and the occasional but undeniable squeals of Springtime protests.

Poor Elmhurst will probably come in tomorrow morning with a few teeth marks in his glorious coat.

Our days begin before the sun rises and end long after the sunsets but each day has more promise and joy than most folks will experience in a lifetime.

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