The Lost Islands
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why study history when you can live it?

those who do not learn from history
are doomed to repeat it
“Da Ridge?” I asked. “Ah daw Mahdas ruled da Ridge.” I shrugged. Well, horses come and horses go. Maybe I’d need to meet this Kasibean. Never hurts to be neighborly. I smiled at Pilar. “Ah guess Ah needa ge’ ou’ more.”

I laughed and we came up to the palm grove and a nice pool of fresh water. I dropped my head to drink and twisted my ears listening to Pilar. I looked at her.

“Ah ain’ been o’er ta Ludien mahself,” I said. “Ah know ids da nex’ isle o’er. Ya can seeh id on realleh clear dahs. Ah’ve been mean’n ta head ouddare one dah. Bu… Ah dun like da cold and ids winna naw.” I smiled. “An’ Ahmma pregnan’ so Ah godda ‘ake id easeh. Dun wanna risk mah foal.”

I reached around to scratch an itch on my stomach. I wasn’t too big yet, but I would be soon. This one wasn’t my first. But it was one I was excited for. Don’t get me wrong, I love Satitba and was glad to have her. Once she got here. Before that, there may have been a lot of cursing.

“Sa, whud’s dis Kasibean lahke?” I asked. I like to know about people.
:. mare .:. seven .:. akhal-teke .:. palomino .:. 15.3 hh .:. lives in the paradise .:. mother of .:. unknown x unknown .:. Blushie .:
Dia
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