“Don’t you look beautiful,” Daniel murmurs to Molly as he finishes hooking up the small cart. He’s brushed her until her pale coat is glossy and fixed a bit of red ribbon in her long mane. Her breath plumes out in white vapor as she shifts in the traces, her eagerness to get moving apparent in the way she flicks her ears and tail. He checks his ( Read more... )

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