Sometimes, I dream of wild horses.
Years ago, I planned a trip to northern Spain. It included a few days among the wild horses. But when the time came to take the trip, my "client" decided a return to Granada and the Alhambra was more to her liking. The grand tour of northern Spain was cancelled. Sigh.
I wanted to spend time with these creatures.
Sometimes I dream of wild horses.
Will I see them on my pilgrimage? I don't know.
But, I will know they are there...
Life is good...just unpredictable...
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