Originally Published: January 4th, 2025

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2026

The greatest gift someone could give me is memory.

As a result of trauma, my memory goes something like this:

I was born, a kid for 2 minutes, my twenties – a blur, my thirties – huh?, my forties/fifties – I created this blog to help me to remember.

While I am exaggerating, there is a reality to this.

Photos help me to put together my life.

To gain perspective on how I interpreted information and experiences – and context – the surroundings, circumstances and environment that clarify the meaning of an event or idea I made out of it.

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2025

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I have acceptance, time, love, and friendship in my life.

More money would always be welcomed. But with money, there is usually strings attached. Money seems to complicate everything it touches.

My dream, the greatest gift someone could give me, is to one day own an American Paint Quarter Horse to grow old with.

My husband and I are hoping to eventually turn the sad story of the 5 acres of land we bought to have a horse, then learned the developer lied to us and we cannot have a horse, into a happy ending.

Until then, it seems the recent fortuitous unfolding of a coworker opening a riding school near to where we live, who has a couple of registered paint horses, and a weekly Ladies Night Ride – has happily brought horses back into my life.

S, 🐴 🩷

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