It hit me this morning, as I was walking from the house to Barn D. The tidy stone barns. The farmhouse covered in climbing roses. The long paddocks and expansive pastures of dormant grass. The arena wreathed in morning fog. The horses nickering for their breakfast. It's mine. I own this. After months of renovations, and more months settling the animals into their new homes, the dream is mine.
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