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Jan. 26, 2012 at 2:24pm with 1 note
brb crying my eyes out
Richard Adams
Traveller
Little Sorrel
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Good-bye, Traveller,” he said. “You were born lucky. I can see green grass and daisies growing under your hooves right now.
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Traveller
by Richard Adams
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