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Show 243 room baring my abdomen for refill of the pump and now I am feeling much more comfortably warm from both the conversation and my coat. "Let's try it again now," he is saying, adjusting the wand over the pump. There is no error reading. I am looking at him in amazement and there is a coy smile at the comers of his mouth. "No magic," he is saying, "the pump was just cold." The weather is Arctic cold once again in the van as Hy and I drive back home but neither of us minds. We are both going home, after all. I have actually enjoyed the day and find myself hoping to be in the company of horses much more often. |
