My right arm over Hy Note's back, my left arm cradling his chest, I am resting my head on his withers.
As he chews hay out of the feed cart, I gaze up.
The night is perfectly adorned with magnificent stars dancing around the waxing moon.
Quiet. Pure. Precious.
Holding him tight, dreaming I disappear into his nobility.
I inhale deeply, the corners of my mouth turned up,
so glad that I know the earthy candy-like smell of a horse.
Holding him tighter to move with his breath, I close my eyes.
This is my sweetest kiss goodnight.
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