west-horse

November 12, 2024

At the top of a hill our automobile stuck in a snowdrift. Peasants ran out of a cottage near by, shouting with laughter because machinery had made a fool of itself, and dug out the automobile with incredible rapidity. They were doubtless anxious to get back and tell a horse about it.

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“Whenever I walk back into the house I wonder if I have just died, and I look back, into the middle of the street, to see.”

Alyssa Morhardt-Goldstein | Nympholepsy

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