This afternoon as I was driving down the road on my way home, I looked to my right and saw a living picture of the Ozarks. There were two handsome brown horses grazing in a pasture. Behind them was a tree line with a steep hill rising up to the sky. Everything was green, or in the process of turning that way. It made me feel grateful that I get to see such beauty every day of my life.
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