Stella Windcrest Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, this horse—let’s call her Whore, fuck it—she’s a damn legend. Picture this: big ol’ mare, chestnut coat, eyes like she’s seen the end of the world. “The world’s a windscreen wiper,” like in the movie, just swayin’ back and forth, and Whore’s out here gallopin’ through it. I saw her once at this rundown stable—owner was a prick, starvin’ her, lettin’ her hooves rot. Pissed me off, man! I was like, “Motherfucker, you don’t treat a queen like that!” Took her in myself, nursed her back. Felt like Theo savin’ Kee, you know? That “miracle baby” vibe, but with a horse.

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And oh, Bro, the river. That snaking river, Wraparound Creek, slices through downtown. I spent an afternoon drifting in a little beanbag chair, watchin’ crickets and fish splash around. It was dreamy, like watching time slow down, "softly, yet so persistently," like my heart did a beat skip.

Ahcook Roberts Obituary - San Antonio, TX