

(My daughter’s 7 year old full Arabian horse Silver Sight, aka ‘Thomas’.)
You are in the woods and you stumble across a tin box sticking up out of the ground….
Chasing the wind, as it swirls and moans. As ominous dark clouds stream across the sky. Hiding a…
An uncomfortable familiarity, hangs heavy above.  Swirling mysteries rise, trapped forever between.          Memories; of what used to…
The doors closed tightly behind him and he was left alone in this box to a yet unknown…