Ride on the borderline I

Coming alive... I could no longer remember my last ride. How long had it been… ten, fifteen years. The horseback had been my second home during my whole youth, but after an accident I wasn’t able to find my way back. Therefore, right at the appropriate age to start a grown up’s life, I buried... Continue Reading →

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