Our last morning over on Assateague Island. Shells gathers. Foxes seen. A mental goodbye to the oh so familiar. As we drove out the beach road, headed back to Chincoteague Island, eventually back to the Delmarva Peninsula, across the Bay Bridge and back, once again, to the grind, we saw this pony running free. Really he was running around trying to figure out how to get back in the pen with the other ponies. I don't know if it had been sold at the auction just two weeks earlier or if it was penned up for another reason, but this morning he was free.
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