The Souls of Wild Folk
by Chad Hanson
We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals.
—Henry Beston, The Outermost House
As a kid I rode a pony with a painted coat. My family called her, “Daisy.” She could run faster than any of the horses within five miles of our house. She beat thoroughbreds. Arabians. Once, she outran a quarter horse. I loved that pony. I love…
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