Dear Photograph,The ponies met at the fence for the very first time 2 years ago. One was old and the other young. The old, gray, huggable, and kind gentleman died this summer in his 25th year. After he was gone, we were pleased to find a bird nest which held some of his white hair. It was a comfort to know his fur had been woven into a home for the baby wrens while they waited for their wing feathers to grow and learned to fly.Abby
I tear up every time I see this on my dash! Reblog forever!
I write sins not five page research papers
im gonna be so hot next year and everyones gonna be like why did we ignore her last year and ill have to make a chart so i can spend equal time with all my boyfriends