randall

I agree. To me, it [galloping on horseback] is the essence of freedom__he power of the beast beneath you, the wind in your face, the thundering of the hooves. It is a great elixir for the soul.___nd does your soul need healing, Benjamin?_ she asked quietly, gently running her fingertips across his bicep and down his forearm.He turned away from the view of the pond and looked at her with clear, blue eyes, his expression serious. He captured her fingers in the palm of his hand. __y healing started the day I met you. You are my elixir.___hen perhaps you need another dose,_ she whispered, her face upturned as she leaned closer to him.