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| He's a writer |  

| She's his muse |

| She's her own muse |

| They met at the barn |

| Where they still spend much of their time, together |

| Under the watchful eyes of the horses |

| They are young, though curiously nostalgic |

| They love textures; clothing as soft as their horse's muzzles |

| She thinks nothing

of hopping up on the fence in a dress and heels |

| In hopes of a pony kiss |

| Does she dance for herself, for him, for the horses |

| Or simply for the sheer joy of it? |

| We'll never know |

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