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In a fit of organization I cleaned off my work table today, and got strips of red from January and all the felt palette from February put away. I also threw out all the old school papers of mine my good mother had saved, including a note about the last day of school on which I'd scrawled "let me OUT of this prison camp!' Apparently I had some unpleasant years. 

I rode Kaboose in the ring, and then led the new girl around some of the trails, including another gallop (partway) up the mountain. It just feels like the footing is going to go all muddy and crappy again - like we did this once, and now we have to repeat the process with this new set of snow. 

The circle was inspired by the edge of the river, but really it could be the edge of any still water.