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LOVE is: Letting your horse get as muddy as she wants and not fussing about it.

It appears that Mia was engaged in a little horseplay in the dregs of the shrinking Paddock Lake.

LOVE is: Holding the feed bucket for your horse when she is too jittery to stand over her station when the wind suddenly kicks up and the pigeons react en masse in a racket of slapping wings

Cyndie held a bucket for Mia, and I walked one over to Mix this morning when they were too unsure to return to their regular feed stations. Of course, I ended up with the slowest eater of the herd.

Doing something as tedious as holding a bucket for an awkward amount of time is made a lot less awkward by the energizing warmth of love.

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