those who do not learn from history

are doomed to repeat it

I watched the colt prance about with a smile on my features. I enjoyed the contact and returned it. It was a simple action. He admitted then what he thought of the hurricane. I sighed and nippled his small shoulder.

“Da sea wuz rada angreh las-nigh’, eh?” I chuckled a bit. “Bu’ i’ gave us pleneh o’ warn’in sa we could ge’ away.” I nuzzled him. “Ya can us’leh smell da weda on da wind long ‘fer i’ shows up.” I looked out at the beach.

I nodded.

“Sah, whah dun we go see wha’ wuz brough’ up?” I smiled at him, throwing my head out towards the beach. “Maybeh dare’s sum’im ineres’en.” I remembered my first real experience with a storm. The deserts where I grew up had only few storms. But they were scary. Mamma took me out to see the carnage afterwards and show me that despite the sky being so angry; it was only to bring life.

It always helped me.

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