Over and over again we tear along the water’s edge of the deserted beach. My thinking-planning-yearning mind empties, and a clear, fleeting vision of a life on Montana’s Rocky Mountain front washes over me. Maybe not this year, or next, but the move will happen. I feel as if an old friend has sprung from dormancy into the fresh light of day.
An Unbridled Woman
Age nine is magical for girls, a time of visceral knowledge and confidence. Some three decades later, horse lover Holly Morris heads to gaucho country to ponder a major life change and corral her inner girl
by Holly Morris
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Photograph: Andrea Fazzari
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