I believe there is a force beneath the surface that only awakens when you need an extra push just to survive. How a wild flowers blooms after a wild fire turns the forest black. Most people are afraid and keep it buried deep inside them selves. There are the few people who have the courage to love what is untamed inside of us. There was once a time when Americans came west to discover their destiny. Today the seem to move around every witch way restless and unsettled, but I think their still looking for the same thing. A place where the can be optimistic about the future. A place to help them be what they truly want to be. Where they can feel like this life makes sense. A place they can feel like I do when I ride my horse Americus. I feel free.
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