As a child I loved to read about these wild ponies, and even now can smell and feel the tang of salt in the air.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Chincoteague Ponies
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There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
—Kahlil Gibran
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