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Surreal Moments in Rural Living

This evening I was standing on my front porch talking to Isaac, the neighbor who mows my indifferently maintained lawn in return for cold hard cash, when two horses broke out of the woods at the back of my property, one bay and one grey, and ran all the way across the Manor grounds, crossed the road, and disappeared down the side street right across the road from me. They were pursued by two gentlemen in tattered jeans, cowboy boots, and t-shirts that the fashion industry would call “distressed” who were carrying halters, lead ropes, and buckets of grain.

Thirty minutes later, they came back through, walking on the road, but this time the horses were wearing halters and were secured by leadropes. The buckets were no longer in evidence.

More surreality via my friend C at Blackthorn Kennel: Bigfoot apparently lives in Spotsylvania County, Virginia.

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