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Photo Challenge & Poem: Smile

A proud gray horse with a soft eye. Dwarfed by his manner, I almost don't feel the barb of the tiny fishing hook slide between my ribs. It's razor sharp and nearly painless because I'm distracted by his inquisitive ears and moist breath. Distracted by his clear intelligence and the warmth of his muscles, my hand resting under his mane. Don't fight it; the hook cuts so deep that scar tissue…