[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: #494949; font-family: karla; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"]there was something translucent about being awake to watch the sun rise; to watch the sky go from a darkened gray to a a warm, orange glow. along with it, came the sounds. in Isaac itself ? silence. with the exception of those who rose for their chores for the day , others continued to sleep peacefully in their makeshift beds. beyond that was the busying of harmonious birds, the distant crowing of one of their roosters.
there was one of two reasons that dusk was her favorite time of day. maybe it was the superficial fact that — yes, it was beautiful. a scenery ripped from the pages from a nature correlated calender dating back to the year of 2019 being exhibited daily before her very eyes. or perhaps it was the fact that she was blessed to see another day, knowing that in only a few short months one of these mornings will be her very last.
and so , today was no different than that last. carter and dillon sleep soundly beside her as she quietly finds her way out , along with several others. today , while some were herding cattle , she tended to most of the horses. not usually an individual job , but in isaac's vulnerable state , it resulted in lack of hands. not as if millie minded , though. in fact , she freely volunteered her hours to caring for them herself. she knew that it was a lot more demanding , but it's not as if she didn't mind. sometimes even she needed away. spending time with these gentle giants gave her opportunity to reflect on herself without being truly alone.
only they're not the only one she cares for. hidden off near a fault of the barn , is an underweight border collie that displays signs of pregnancy. she's discovered her only a day after sacrificial mass; an distressed millie , wrapped up in her own thoughts , finding sembalance in a mother only searching for security in her plight. it took awhile to soothe her. nearly all day , actually. despite millie's busy schedule with kids and horses , she made time to gather blankets too worn for children to use and make it into a bed comfortable enough for the collie to settle in. the dog and one of the mares still display tension to one another; but they're getting somewhere, at least.
" I brought you something. " millie presents a bowl. in it held grain and chicken, leftovers from the meal to had the night before. when millie down , she makes sure to maintain distance. she wants to be sure this young mother knows her space is well respected. "it's not much but it's something." she needed to restore just enough weight to produce her milk for those young ones. millie only assumed motherhood would arrive to her in three weeks tops. just enough to get a headstart at the very least.
there was one of two reasons that dusk was her favorite time of day. maybe it was the superficial fact that — yes, it was beautiful. a scenery ripped from the pages from a nature correlated calender dating back to the year of 2019 being exhibited daily before her very eyes. or perhaps it was the fact that she was blessed to see another day, knowing that in only a few short months one of these mornings will be her very last.
and so , today was no different than that last. carter and dillon sleep soundly beside her as she quietly finds her way out , along with several others. today , while some were herding cattle , she tended to most of the horses. not usually an individual job , but in isaac's vulnerable state , it resulted in lack of hands. not as if millie minded , though. in fact , she freely volunteered her hours to caring for them herself. she knew that it was a lot more demanding , but it's not as if she didn't mind. sometimes even she needed away. spending time with these gentle giants gave her opportunity to reflect on herself without being truly alone.
only they're not the only one she cares for. hidden off near a fault of the barn , is an underweight border collie that displays signs of pregnancy. she's discovered her only a day after sacrificial mass; an distressed millie , wrapped up in her own thoughts , finding sembalance in a mother only searching for security in her plight. it took awhile to soothe her. nearly all day , actually. despite millie's busy schedule with kids and horses , she made time to gather blankets too worn for children to use and make it into a bed comfortable enough for the collie to settle in. the dog and one of the mares still display tension to one another; but they're getting somewhere, at least.
" I brought you something. " millie presents a bowl. in it held grain and chicken, leftovers from the meal to had the night before. when millie down , she makes sure to maintain distance. she wants to be sure this young mother knows her space is well respected. "it's not much but it's something." she needed to restore just enough weight to produce her milk for those young ones. millie only assumed motherhood would arrive to her in three weeks tops. just enough to get a headstart at the very least.
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