By Kathryn Wilder Last spring my beloved grulla mare, Savanna, gave birth to a little grulla filly, who died at three days old. My heart cracked like the dry earth around us, while like the skies I barely cried. Even watching Savanna drip milk tears onto the ground, I felt all dried up inside. AContinueContinue reading “Thirst”
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