(Isn’t that just – perfect? Isn’t it a breathtaking page? It’s from ‘For Love of A Horse‘ by Patricia Leitch, and God, this book is everything, but everything and I am rereading and I am in love once more. How wondrous it is that there are books out there that just sing out their world to you, every time, and every time feels like the first time you’ve read it even though the pages are dogeared and worn. Pages, such perfect pages with such beauty amidst them.)