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caravan, the ant hill place, the famous place I fell showing them how to do it. The kids with still faces waiting to see if I cried. Of course I didn't - I jumped straight back on. "See! You have to get back again." Luke making his piggy face and trying to rub his bridle off on one of the distracted kids. "Remember, it was here that Luke bit Gaylight, and she kicked him, and we could see the hoofprints upside down on his rump?" "And the day we saw the snake and Luke saw it first?" We go around the snake place carefully, warning each other, shouting back down the track to the walkers, ambling along, picking up twigs to poke in the ants' nests. The new owners will make all their own places, and we'll have to be good enough riders to find new rides out along the roads, riding past sheep trucks and bulldozers. What riders we will have to be! And all the famous places will only live in the children's minds as they grow, and go away, and marry. As they look out their kitchen windows waiting for the sink to fill with water. As they look out and see what a lovely day it is for a ride, real riding weather. And almost feel as if they could saddle up the ponies, turn into the right-of-way, past the caravan - waiting for Gaylight to stop and stare - and then move on towards the pine trees, easily, lightly, as if in a dream, riding down time, back into their childhood.
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