They lead us to the new girl who is renting the guest house next door. She came to ride and fell in love with the magical forest we rode in.
Now she lives next door, and takes long walks with our older son, in the twilight, like it's the 1880's, and they're a young couple.
They lead us to the water, where all the troubles are dumped out and washed downstream. I come back from the trail, cleaned out and ready for more.
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