Sometimes she comes to me without being called, like the river finds its way back to its banks after the flood. There is no drama in it, only the quiet certainty of love returning home. Sara lifts her head, her dark eyes searching for nothing but my presence, and in that moment I feel the world still itself. Horses don’t love in grand gestures; they love in small, honest ways – a gentle step closer, a sigh released into the morning light, the warm brush of their muzzle against your hand. Watching her come to me like this, ears soft, her spirit unguarded, reminds me that love isn’t something you earn or deserve. It’s something that rises up out of the earth, moves toward you with a steady grace, and stands quietly beside you – asking nothing, giving everything. And in that simple arrival, I am found.
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