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I wish Solomon could talk. I wish he could tell me about his life. I wish he could tell me where it hurts, in his body and where it hurts in his mind. Where it hurts in his heart.

He's a little tender on one of his front feet. Might be the rockier soil, might be the big sharp rock I pulled out of his foot a week and some change ago, might be something worse. We're going to put front shoes on him to see if it helps. I had him walk a bit in the roundpen, but that's all. Then I set him loose, and laid in the grass while he ate. At one point he came over and ate around me, pausing for a sniff or a nuzzle every once in a while.

Gave Teddy Bear some skritches too.