But despite losing friends, family and lovers, it didn't break them. They all went on to have amazing lives: working with the circus, emigrating, writing novels, breeding dogs....
Now the smiliest one is the only one left. Her riding days are over but her memories are vivid, and I try to record and write down as much as I can. The littlest one, gripping on behind, is my grandmother, who passed on her love of words and nature to me. All of them had children; some had grandchildren, and even great-grandchildren. We are a disparate bunch, tied together by this one picture taken 80 years ago.
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