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The horse, that I am leaning on in this picture, was called Oscar, he was my favorite! His nose was "wrong" by horsely beauty standards - too Roman, and his neck was too short or wrong shape, but his canter was the smoothest of all! 
Here I am sitting on Kwazimodo. I gave him that uncomely name because our horse specialist lady told us he was the ugliest horse she's ever seen. But he had some hindquarters (!) he could run (!) and he refused to walk until I spent some time showing him who was boss... * That summer I worked as a Wrangler at a Girlscout camp. It was fun - I took care of horses, along with other five girls. I lived there for 2 months in a barn on the second floor, while horses were on the 1st. *

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