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I was so hopeful that I had beaten this nasty bug. A day at the spa was just what my imaginary doctor ordered. I felt pummelled and wrapped in mud and filled with wonderful food and wine. I arrived back to the sanctuary moderately filled with vim and mild vigor.
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Ooops I did it again.. didn’t someone have a song like that?
Dearest Mandy; I don’t know if you remember the story of how I found my way to you and Pat and your wonderful herd of horses so here it is. I had just got back from Guatemala and already sniffing around for my next adventure. There was a book waiting for me from Amazon. I…