I am finally here, on the top of Hope Hill with my dearest horse Sheila. After a long day, doing different things in ranch, isn’t it lovable, enjoying our sun going behind those mountains? This appears to be time, when an old man like me turns emotional. Ancient memories come alive. Sheila and her cowboy, we are now looking many little country roads from above, they seem so small. Everything feels unimportant.
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