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ID-0621: ༶Opalite༶

The day had broken crisp and quiet, sunlight slanting through a cloud-dappled sky as Taylor pulled into the inspection grounds with her trailer in tow. After a week of mud and mist, today felt like a gift; it was dry enough to wear proper boots, cool enough for ponies to stay fresh, yet warm enough to banish the shivers of early fall. Birds flitted through the fenceposts, and in the distance, the hum of other trailers arriving could be heard through the wide, open fields. The blonde parked al...