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I'm late writing in appreciation of Pony...time difference and all.
A few thoughts: (perhaps 4)
Pony kept me reading and thinking and seeing the GOOD in this world over these last 4 years more than anyone else I can think of.
She and I live terribly far away from eachother but I still hope we meet someday. And that she likes me.
Do her words just exude beauty and understanding or what?
One of my favorite jokes (that I tell my dog on a regular basis) ends with the line..."I'm a little hoarse...I'm a pony". And then we run around the park playing ponies.
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