Caveat: Hay

I took a long walk in the morning. I walked east up out of town.

I looked south from the top of a hill.

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I saw a cold horse, who said nay.

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I saw something for the horse to eat, called hay.

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In the afternoon, we went to have beer with some of my uncle Alan’s friends at a craft brewery in downtown Montrose.

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[daily log: walking, 8km]