Blanca was 10 by this time, and she spent a lot of time sleeping. She started to gray early, just like me. First her chin, then her eyebrows, around her ears...
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She earned the right to snooze, I think. We'd already covered a lot of miles, in sun, rain, and snow; up hills, and back down. At 10, she had slowed down, but was still determined to keep me in sight. Not that I'd let her out of mine. We had many, many miles yet to go.
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The wildflowers were Dawn's idea (L, not M).