I overcame my childhood fear of horses in the most unlikely place.

As I trailed my hand along the railing of the pen, I felt the cool touch of steel and the warmth of the morning sun on my face. A breeze rolled through, soothing my brain.

The round pen was situated in an open expanse of green. Two quarter horses, one taller than the other, plucked lush grass. Their tails swished and noses snorted.

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