Equine Withdrawal Syndrome

I miss being around horses so much it hurts.  Until I get a job, I can't even afford to take lessons, and I'm going crazy.  I also can't afford the gas to drive to Castleberry even if I felt like risking my life by driving the wintry roads.  I dream about my legs being wrapped around the barrel of a nice stout Cob.  Or anything, really, I'd ride Dancer, that old jackhammer from college, at this point.  I'd even be happy about it.  I've put in a couple of offers to volunteer at area stables...we'll see if they pan out.  It's all I can afford.

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