She would follow me if I let her. Would amble, shifting her bulk, hooves tapping out the Hymn of the Shepherd on the iron cold earth. This bleak midwinter. Poor as I am.
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She would follow me if I let her. Would amble, shifting her bulk, hooves tapping out the Hymn of the Shepherd on the iron cold earth. This bleak midwinter. Poor as I am.
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