{1} “Humpty Dumpty” 

(A bit disorganized, but there's no way I could straighten out this train of though tonight.)

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ApricotPie is going to be closing in ten days now. I know most people have accepted it, but I can’t. I’m not ready to go to the ApricotPie Outpost or to ApricotTarts, no matter how thankful I am to Mary and Kassady for creating those sites. I’ve written here for about a year. I know some people say they saw this coming, but I didn’t. I never expected it to stop.

The horse ran through the field, his long black mane shining in the sunlight. It was a tall beast, with a broad chest and delicate lags built for speed. Its chestnut coat, dark mane, and arched neck seemed better suited for a royal procession than hard farm work. The horse had been bought with the understanding that he would work for his feed, but the boy watching him had often dreamed of riding his horse across the finish line of the kingdom’s most prestigious race. Gerhard leaned against the top post of the split rail fence and watched his horse.