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15391120_1470784519616049_7336394582010876592_n.jpg     Our beautiful horses, Ben and Norman.  Can't you just hear the jingle of the sleigh bells.

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Beautiful misty photo @hayseed00 .  It looks cold!

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@hayseed00   Just beautiful!

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What a beautiful picture. 

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hayseed0, what a beautiful picture.  I am hoping that we get a White Christmas.  

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@hayseed00   You should frame that photo! 
It's beautiful!

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That would make a lovely Christmas card!  Thanks for sharing!

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Thank you.  Our horses are wonderful, Ben, the black one is 24 years old and Norm, the gray is 20 yrs old.  We have had them a long time.  Ben is my husbands right hand, he is such a well mannered horse.

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oh my gosh, yes!  i can hear the jingle of the bells !!  what a gorgeous photo. thank you for sharing your handsome boys with us.  

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@hayseed00  What an amazing and almost unreal picture! I love the dedication and willingness of the horses! It looks like a true "team." Except for the number and size of the horses, it would remind me of Frost's Stopping by Woods...

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.   
His house is in the village though;   
He will not see me stopping here   
To watch his woods fill up with snow.   
 
My little horse must think it queer   
To stop without a farmhouse near   
Between the woods and frozen lake   
The darkest evening of the year.   
 
He gives his harness bells a shake   
To ask if there is some mistake.   
The only other sound’s the sweep   
Of easy wind and downy flake.   
 
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   
But I have promises to keep,   
And miles to go before I sleep,   
And miles to go before I sleep.