My best friends


You could say that everyone thinks of me as a little crazy; simply because they don't understand me. I spend my weekends with my best friends, but we do not talk to eachother, we speak to eachother in a hidden language. However just because the ear cannot hear the communications as expected, words do not define a conversation. Actions speak louder than words, I promise if you look close you'll see. Watch how he buries his head in my chest; how he watches my moves to gauge my attitude. He looks at me with pure innocence, as he would never purposefully hurt me. All 1,200 pounds of him, jogging up to see if I have more hay. The sun glistens off his golden coat as he nudges my hand to see if I have a treat. The purest moments I'll ever have are sitting in the barn with my best friends. 


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