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[boxofdelights]

First 72-degree Sunday in spring. 33 cars parked on the road outside Horsetooth Mountain Park because the parking lot was full. The last of the ROTC kids heading up the hill past the reservoir with his full backpack was alarmingly red in the face.

I went to Masonville to take care of the horses, because Neal and Mungo are skiing. Passion is very old and very thin. I think this is the third winter we've said that we'll be surprised if she makes it through. Today, I'll be surprised if I see her tomorrow. I brought her a bowl of oatmeal, but she wasn't interested. I pulled some big knots out of her mane. It's superstitious to think that knots will bind you and untying them will release you, but, you know. Tomorrow I'll go back with a comb and without the dogs, who were being annoying.

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[bibliofile]

Aw, not even interested in oatmeal? At least now I know why I keep grooming the fluffy cat (the one with cancer).