Last night I dreamed that the ranch was hundreds of acres. It was full of gently rolling hills covered in perfect emerald green grass. Solomon was running with a big herd of horses. He was young again, so young that he hadn't finished greying out yet, and all of his injuries were gone. He and the herd were on the crest of a hill too steep for me to climb, though I made it far enough up to peek over it. He ran to me and lightly touched my nose with is, then cantered away, tail high, face filled with joy.
I wonder he he dreams like that too.
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