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A Horse, a Horse, My Kingdom For a Horse  
by C.R.M. Nilsson

Our final day, weíre walking along the beach when you see a horse lying down on the beach. Itís brown and white. The colour probably has some fancy name, but I know jack-shit about horses.

Iíve never seen you so excited. Not even when we went to see the bloody sharks. You carefully approach. Soon youíre petting the horse. Your grandpa was a horse-trader who loved these creatures. Some of your happiest memories involve staying at his farm.

You look so blissful and wondrous while petting it. You donít even notice me taking fifty photos of you and the horse.


Copyright C.R.M. Nilsson 2010

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