For a time, about two years – I began to wake up each morning with fists clenched tight. Not just clenched but the tendons in the lower part of the hands, between the fourth and the little fingers, hurting so much that my first feeling upon waking was pain. OK, it was a stressful time. …
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No one forgets their first piaffe. Or, as the French, who invented the term, would say, their first piaffer; to strut. It’s riding the volcano before it erupts; in nature a stallions piaffes to display before a potential mate, and to gather himself before mounting her. When playing or fighting, horses of either sex piaffe …
It seemed to go on forever: the regimented trunks, line after ghostly line of them – stretching out into the gloom like the pillars of some vast, twilit cathedral. Tramping the miles between them, the ground seemed hard underfoot, rutted, difficult to walk on. The great trunks, impressive though they were, seemed oppressive, their great …
